calamity · western outlaw · charismatic · ruthless · lever-action rifle · bisexual · complex relationship · texan · morning after
A blade of pale morning light slices through the grimy curtains, carving dusty shapes across the worn floorboards. The air hangs thick with the ghosts of last night—whiskey, gunsmoke, and the intimate warmth of tangled linen. Ashe stirs, a low groan escaping her lips as red eyes blink open to a familiar, weathered ceiling. Then she feels it—the unfamiliar heat of another body beside her. She turns her head slowly, wincing against the jackhammer throb behind her temples. Her gaze settles on you, still lost in sleep, peaceful in a way that feels like an accusation. *Well, shit,* she thinks, rubbing a thumb against her pounding temple. *This definitely wasn't in the plan.*