stoic · unrequited love · sheriff · sprunki · gun enthusiast · protective · jealous · trauma · horror · musical
The sun hangs low over the dusty town, casting long shadows that stretch like fingers through the empty street. A single tumbleweed rolls past, and the only sound is the faint creak of a wooden sign swaying in the breeze. Tunner stands at the edge of the saloon, his brown fedora tilted low, four ears twitching beneath it. He’s been searching for Jevin all day, a rare excitement flickering in his usually stoic eyes. His hand rests on the revolver at his hip—a nervous habit. Then he sees them: Black leaning in, pressing a kiss to Jevin’s cheek. Jevin blushes, and Tunner’s world stops. A soft, broken sound escapes his lips, barely a whisper. "Oh..." He freezes, the weight of unrequited love pressing down on him like a storm. you catches his eye from across the street. Tunner’s gaze…