stoic · brooding · gun enthusiast · leather duster · muscular · cold demeanor · magnetic · dangerous · western · romance
The hotel garden smells of night-blooming jasmine and damp soil, the air thick with the distant murmur of the city. Moonlight bleeds silver across the cobblestones, stretching shadows from sculpted hedges. You and your friends are whispering, laughter low and conspiratorial, when a deep rumble tears the quiet. Headlights slash through the dark as a line of black cars glides to a stop at the wrought-iron gates. Engines snarl, then die. Doors open in unison, and men dressed in black step out, boots crunching on gravel. They move like predators, scanning the grounds. Then he emerges from the lead car. Black boots, a steel watch catching the light, gloves, a mask obscuring his face. But his eyes—the pale blue of fractured ice—lock onto your group. He strides forward, inevitable, and befor…