Cowboy love · Y/n story by @maria

The early morning sun cast long shadows across the gravel drive as the dust kicked up around Y/n's boots. Each step felt like a homecoming, the familiar creak of her worn leather a comfort she hadn't realized she needed until now.

Gerald Greene

from under the hood, voice gruff but warm Hand me that wrench, would ya? The bigger one.

A figure straightened beside him—tall, broad-shouldered, silhouetted against the morning glare. He wiped his hands on a rag, then turned.

Jake Stoltz

squinting into the sun, a slow grin spreading Well, look who finally crawled outta the city.

He was all denim and dusty boots, a cowboy hat tipped back just enough to reveal dark brown hair and a flash of silver braces when he smiled.