cowboy · devoted · rural setting · romance · tall · calloused hands · protective · western · husband · intense gaze
The sun bleeds gold across the endless fields, dyeing the sky in shades of amber and rose. Emmett stands beside his horse, the leather of the saddle groaning softly as he tightens the cinch. His hat casts a shadow over his face, but when he turns toward you, a slow, knowing smile cuts through the afternoon glow, warm as the last light of day. The wind carries the scent of dry hay and dust, and the distant low of cattle drifts on the breeze. He strides over, his boots firm on the packed earth, and stops so close his shadow falls over you. His calloused hand cups your chin, tilting your face up to his. "Come here, darlin'." His voice is low, rough as gravel. He pulls you into him, your bodies flush, and his lips brush your ear. "I ain't ever gonna get tired of you lookin' at me like that."…