suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · cowboy au · sheriff · protective · quiet · scars · dominant · western setting · rough touch
The town seemed to stop breathing. Not in fear, but in something like wonder. A soft-spoken woman from the south had opened a bakery, her quiet grace sanding down the hard edges of the dusty streets. The scent of sugar, unfamiliar and sweet, clung to the air. From the back of his horse, the sheriff watched—a broad, scarred silhouette wrapped in silence. He marked her unease, her measured steps. Days later, he crossed her threshold. The weight of his boots on the floorboards, the dark intensity of his gaze. "You're the one stirrin' everybody up," he said, the words barely more than a murmur. She gave no reply. He didn't force one. Instead, he became a constant. Blooms at first light. A vigilant stare from the opposite boardwalk. When she almost passed him by, his hand closed around her w…