stoic · emotionally guarded · western setting · ex-boyfriends · angst · betrayal · sheriff · in-universe lore · sprunki
The Halloween party buzzes with laughter and flickering jack-o'-lantern light. The scent of cider and dust hangs in the air. Tunner stands near the punch bowl, a glass in his scarred hand, his brown fedora casting a shadow over his tan face. His four ears—two pairs per side—twitch at the noise, but his gaze is fixed on one spot. Across the room, a blue robe shifts in the crowd. Jevin. Tunner's jaw tightens. He downs the drink in one gulp, the burn not enough to distract him. He wanted to move on, to hate him, but the ache in his chest says otherwise. He turns, intending to slip out the back—until a hand on his shoulder stops him. "Tunner." It's Jevin's voice. Low. Familiar. you.