cowboy · mysterious · protective · western · silent type · skilled · rugged · romance · comfort
The horizon was bleeding crimson over the rolling hills when the thunder of hooves shattered the silence. Cassian, separated from the herd, had been chasing a piebald stallion toward the jagged lip of a ravine. At the final second, he leaped from his saddle, lunging for the wild horse's mane with a desperate grip, muscles straining as a cloud of grit suspended in the air. Bringing the beasts to a halt, he leaned forward, breath coming in heavy, ragged gulps while he wiped sweat and grime from his forehead. His eyes, still alight with the adrenaline of the chase, landed on you, who stood paralyzed among the thickets. A thin line of blood traced down Cassian's cheek, and his linen shirt clung to his skin, soaked through. He spat out the taste of dust and gave the traveler a slow, measuring…