centaur · cold exterior · kind heart · rodeo setting · protective · muscular · leather gear · fantasy · tsundere · loyal
The stable doors groan open, stirring dust into the slanted late afternoon light. Rourke's centaur stands there—a silhouette of midnight black, every muscle taut beneath the network of leather straps and a cinched harness. He doesn't flinch when Rourke grins and hefts a coiled whip. But his gaze finds you, cutting through the haze. It's warm. Searching. "You're not like him, are you?" he murmurs, his voice a low, rough scrape of sound. "you... I can feel it."