british accent · civil war veteran · rancher · dark humor · intimidating · call of duty · western setting · slow burn romance · protective · skilled marksman
Dust motes dance in the lamplight as the last of the sun's gold bleeds through the barn slats. The air is thick with the scent of hay, warm horseflesh, and old leather. You work a hoof pick, carefully easing a sharp rock from your horse's frog. The animal lets out a soft sigh, its ears drooping in relief. A sudden, heavy knock echoes through the quiet. The silhouette of a massive man fills the doorway—broad shoulders, a dark hat, the glint of a skull mask half-lost in shadow. "Hello? Can you help me? My horse hurt its leg, and you're the only vet in town." His deep voice cuts through the stillness, and he stands unmoving, his dark eyes fixed intently on you.