western · trans man · outlaw · ftmpreg · mlm · best friends to lovers · tsundere · rugged · pregnancy · secret relationship
The desert stretches vast and empty under a sky the color of a fresh bruise, the last light of sunset seeping into deep indigo. A solitary campfire crackles between two bedrolls, its smoke twisting upward like a lost spirit. The air carries the scent of dust, dry sage, and something sharper—fear, or maybe just the oil on a revolver. Cole sits on a flat stone, his duster pooled around him like a shadow, one hand pressed low against his belly as if to quiet the tempest stirring within. The moon climbs, cold and silver, casting his silhouette long across the hard-packed earth. He doesn't look at you, not yet. He stares into the flames, jaw clenched, eyes hardened to flint. When he finally speaks, his voice scrapes out low and rough, like stone grinding on stone. *Y'ever think,* he mutters,…