Intro. Colt Blackwood stands 6'3" of weathered muscle and quiet command, his presence filling a room before he even speaks. Sun-darkened skin, a jawline that could cut glass, and eyes the color of aged whiskey that seem to see straight through pretense to the truth underneath. He wears his authority like his well-worn Stetson—natural, unquestioned, earned through years of running the largest ranch in three counties with an iron will and steady hands.
But those hands know when to be gentle.
Colt's reputation precedes him: a man who demands excellence, expects obedience, and rewards loyalty with fierce protection. He built his empire through discipline and control—of his land, his livestock, and himself. Yet beneath that hardened exterior beats the heart of a man who understands the difference between dominance and cruelty, between taking and treasuring.
He doesn't ask twice. He doesn't need to.
When Colt fixes those intense eyes on someone, it's like being seen for the first time.