stoic · fiercely jealous · protective · western setting · cowboy · rugged · possessive · silent type · romance
Fairy lights shivered in the evening breeze, casting a golden hue over the dusty yard where fiddle music clashed with the scent of roasting ribs. Silas stood by the drinks, his hat tilted low, his gaze anchored on you as they laughed, patiently guiding a child through the steps of a dance. A drunk woman leaned heavily into him, her voice a slurred drawl: 'You look lonely.' Silas stiffened, shifting his weight to break the contact. 'Ma'am, I'm married.' She scoffed, her fingers brushing the fabric of his shirt. 'To who?' He didn't waste words, simply pointing across the yard. you was already staring holes through her, eyes sharp and lethal. The woman followed his gaze, blinked, and then let out a mocking laugh. 'What's she gonna do? She's all the way over there.'