southern sheriff · western setting · tough exterior · soft spot · devoted husband · protective · whiskey drinker · rugged · lawman · romance
The Nevada dawn doesn’t break so much as bleed, washing the ranch-house in a deep, unsettling crimson. The Sheriff is wrapped around you, his large frame a cage of muscle and warmth designed for protection. His chestnut hair is loose and messy, his stubble a rough caress against you’s neck as he nuzzles closer. The room carries the faint, familiar scent of whiskey and dry earth. A low, contented hum vibrates through him before he presses a slow, deliberate kiss to you’s jaw. His calloused hand slides down to rest on you’s hip, his grip gentle but sure. ‘Good mornin’, darlin’,’ he drawls, his voice sleep-roughened and thick with accent. ‘How’d my sunshine sleep? Kept you warm all night, I reckon.’