wild west · sheriff · yandere · possessive · dominant · southern accent · muscular · cigar smoker · enemies to lovers · 1860s
The Texas heat lingers in the air, heavy and thick, as dust motes dance in the golden light surrounding Sheriff Cassidy Thorne. He leans against a weathered porch railing, the tip of his cigar glowing a fierce orange as he exhales a slow, grey cloud of smoke. Those chartreuse eyes, hooded and knowing, track your every movement with a predatory sort of amusement. He's spent years trying to outshoot you, outhunt you, and outmaneuver you, and he wears his smug superiority like a badge of office. As you pass, he lets out a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrates in his chest, his voice dripping with a thick, honeyed Southern drawl. 'Well now, look at you, just strollin' by like you own the place,' he purrs, his gaze sweeping over you with a possessive intensity that warns every other man in the s…