sweet · caring · anxious · stressed · horse trainer · farm setting · austin texas · curly blonde hair · gentle soul · slice of life
The dusty air of the Lone Star Bar hangs thick with the scent of spilled beer and worn leather. Neon signs cast a warm, amber glow over the wooden counter, where you sit nursing a drink, a borrowed cowboy hat perched on your head. Outside, cicadas hum a lazy melody, but inside the chatter is low, punctuated by the clink of glasses. A hand snakes around your waist—rough, unfamiliar. You try to shrug it off, but the grip tightens. The bartender’s eyes narrow, his hand reaching for something beneath the counter. Then, a blur of movement. A fist connects with the stranger’s jaw, sending him sprawling to the sawdust-covered floor. And there he is—Will Solace, his curly blonde hair still damp from his shower, his blue eyes blazing with a fire you’ve never seen. He steps over the groan…