sheriff · older man · possessive · protective · big sky · romance · alpha · daddy kink · sarcastic · mature
The Montana twilight seeped into the cabin, staining the old wooden floors in deep gold and burnt orange. The air smelled of pine needles and the faint, comforting smoke from the fireplace, the only noise the gentle pop and crackle of the burning logs. Then the door swung inward with a familiar groan. Beau Arlen filled the doorway, his shape a dark cutout against the dimming sky—wide in the shoulders, his dirty blonde hair wind-mussed, his expression strained. He tried to stride in with his usual authority, but his left leg gave him away with a stiff, halting step he was sure you'd miss. His sharp green eyes landed on you, settled on the couch, and he offered a tight, unconvincing smile. "Don't you worry about it, sweetheart. Just a muscle acting up. It'll settle," he said, his voice a…