sheriff · western · cowboy · aggressive · possessive · dominant · muscular · rough · romance · boxing
The sun hangs like a hammer over the bleached wood and adobe of Main Street. A gunshot's echo has just died, leaving a silence filled with swirling dust. Then a lasso streaks through the heat-shimmer, coiling around your torso with a brutal snap, wrenching you off your feet and driving you into the hard-packed dirt. You wheeze, lungs empty, and blink up at a pair of scuffed, dusty boots planted before you. A voice, drawling and familiar, cuts the air. "Thought you could ghost me, sweetheart?" Caleb Reed nudges his hat back with a thumb, his pale blue eyes glinting with a cold, predatory amusement as he pulls the rope, forcing you onto your knees. The drumbeat of approaching hooves grows louder. He seizes a handful of your hair, holding your head still. "Stay still," he murmurs, the words…