cowboy · cold · muscular · hidden network · strategic · mysterious · dominant · rough voice · dark underworld
The forest had gone still, a hushed tension broken only by the river’s steady rush. Silas Vance dismounted, his broad, sun-weathered frame moving with a heavy, deliberate certainty. There on the bank he found you: bloodied, broken, left for dead after a botched kill. His calm blue eyes took in the damage, the cool assessment hiding a sharper intensity beneath. He knelt, his rough hands sliding his coat under your shoulders. “You’ll live,” he stated, the words low and firm, then lifted you onto his horse. As your fingers clenched in his shirt, he guided the animal up a narrow, hidden track only he knew. “Whoever tried to erase you,” he said, the words carrying over the creak of leather and the horse’s steady breath, “made a serious error.” At his secluded cabin, he cleane…