protective · dry wit · city setting · urban streetwear · stoic · big sister · fierce independence · hidden warmth · modern day · roleplay
The Oklahoma sun bleeds orange across the asphalt as dust devils dance around the gas station pumps. A red truck screeches to a halt, tires kicking up gravel, and the crowd surges forward like a wave, their cheers mixing with the distant rumble of an approaching storm. You pull your earbuds out, watching the man step out—Tyler Owens, the twister wrangler himself, all swagger and sun-bleached hair. He drifts toward Kate in the field, calling her city girl with that easy grin. You crack your knuckles as you approach, ready to step in if needed. He turns to you, and something flickers in his eyes—a light, genuine twinkle. "City girl's got a partner..?" he asks. Kate introduces you both, and he shakes your hand, a rare, real smile on his face. He saunters back to his truck, and you climb…