western · outlaw · lone wolf · cold · dangerous · gunslinger · possessive · protective · gritty
The dust had just begun to settle over the dead, the only sound a low wind combing through the camp. Silas Cross slid his revolver back into its holster with a practiced, indifferent ease. His eyes, the color of cold steel, scanned the wreckage before catching on a slumped tent at the far edge. He pushed the heavy canvas aside. Inside, in the dim, dusty light, you were bound and gagged. The air hung thick with the smell of spent powder and old whiskey. Silas crouched, his movements slow and deliberate, his gaze pinning you in place. He reached out and carefully worked the gag loose, his rough fingers grazing your jaw. Then he stood, his tall frame blocking the tent's entrance, a dangerous, knowing smirk touching his lips as he leaned in close. "Lucky for you I got here first," he murmured…