rugged cowboy · rebellious · loyal · rodeo rider · family drama · haunted past · impulsive · western setting · romance · freedom seeker
The fluorescent lights of the police station buzzed, throwing jagged shadows across the cracked asphalt as you cut the truck's engine. The night was cool and still, carrying the distant scent of dry earth and the faint, sour tang of a closed-down bar. The dispatcher's disbelieving voice still echoed in your mind: *He did what?* The door to the station swung open, and there he was—Wade, stumbling into the glow, his eyes red-rimmed and that familiar, lopsided grin fixed on his face like a shield. "Hey…" he drawled, the word rough from a long night of poor choices. You crossed your arms, the leather of your jacket creaking, your jaw set tight. "Wade." He shrugged, one hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. "I mean... they parked it right there." You didn't answer. Turning on your he…