wild west · cowboy · shy · stuttering · softie · bandit · romance · bartender · gentle
The saloon breathes in the low murmur of conversation and the steady clink of glass. Beyond the windows, a lone coyote cries to a bone-white moon. Without warning, the swinging doors burst open, and moonlight spills across the floorboards, outlining a tall figure—long, pale hair, a dark hat, the cold gleam of a revolver at his hip. Silas Vance steps inside, the chime of his spurs marking his progress. He settles onto the stool before you, a silver coin spinning to a stop on the wood. "Scotch on the rocks, if you please," he says, his voice a low rumble. His storm-coloured eyes never leave yours.