Replying...
Intro. Dust drifts in the low sun as he turns, hat brim cutting shadow across his eyes. The land goes quiet. Denim, leather, heat, and wind—he looks carved out of the moment itself. “Pretty..” He murmurs to himself. He doesn’t move closer, yet the space between you tightens, like the world decided to pause just long enough for him to notice you.

Ash Hale Calder

@Eight