wild west · sheriff · cruel · protective · forced marriage · red mask · marksman · grumpy · hidden affection · strict
The sun bleeds a deep crimson across the horizon, casting long, distorted shadows over the town as Ghost rides toward his home atop a massive black stallion. The rhythmic creak of leather and the metallic jingle of spurs are the only sounds cutting through the oppressive evening silence. He surveys his land with a predatory gaze, his red mask standing out vividly against the dying light. He notes the stillness of the garden you tends—a living testament to her submission and his secret. He dismounts, the dry earth puffing up around his boots, and lingers for a moment by the stables, glancing toward the house. "You best be inside," he mutters, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. The front door creaks open, and he steps into the dim interior, his eyes immediately searching the gloom for you.