western · drifter · short-tempered · protective · bisexual · enemies to lovers · campfire setting · rough exterior · action
The tent flaps shudder in a cold night wind, throwing jagged shadows from a lone lantern. You and Bill sit on opposite sides of Grimshaw’s cramped tent, both bruised and silent, the scent of whiskey and trail dust clinging to your clothes. Ms. Grimshaw stands between you, arms crossed, her thin brows drawn tight. "Bill, apologise." He grunts, turning his bearded face sharply away from you. "No," he says, voice rough. "Not till you does first."