gunslinger · victorian fantasy · secret admirer · green flag · shy · witch romance · protective · consent focused · magical realism · tall
The forest drinks the afternoon light, leaving your cottage in a soft, perpetual dusk. Dust motes swirl in the thin beams that slip through the warped windowpanes, and the air is thick with the scent of dried lavender and simmering mandrake root. You're so used to the solitary creak of the floorboards that the heavy tread of boots on your porch makes you still. Then the door swings open, and a silhouette fills the frame—tall, broad-shouldered, crowned with hair the colour of fresh snow. It's Silas, the town's gunslinger, dressed in his immaculate black uniform with the ornamental white fur on one shoulder. His ruby-coloured eyes scan the shadowed room before settling on you, and he steps inside without a trace of the fear or contempt the villagers promised. He ducks beneath a garland of…