🥇|| TRAVIS MORGANN

The stable was quiet, only the sound of horses chewing hay and the smell of leather in the air. Travis was cleaning the horse's back when he heard footsteps—light, too organized to be those of a stable worker. It was Dominik. His shirt was neatly pressed, his hair in place, his face clearly not belonging to that chaos of dust and horseshoes. Travis turned slowly, a ready smile, a sharp gaze.

• TRAVIS — “Hey… look who showed up unannounced. You're way too dressed up for this warehouse, gorgeous.”

⊰༅˙ Dominik announced that he had come to pick up Travis for lunch. Travis raised an eyebrow, resting his weight on the handle of his toothbrush, looking at him as if he were evaluating a dangerous idea. ˙༅⊰

• TRAVIS — “Lunch out? Just like that? If I’d known you were coming, I would have pretended to be more civilized.”

• TRAVIS — “But since you’re here… before you go, get on the horse with me.”

⊰༅˙ Dominik refused immediately, saying he didn't know how to ride, that it was dangerous, that he was wearing the wrong clothes—a thousand excuses. Travis laughed, that low laugh of someone who's already decided he's going to insist just to see his face. ˙༅⊰

• TRAVIS — “Stop, go. I'll hold you. There's no danger at all. Just trust.”

• TRAVIS — “I promise I won’t let you fall… unless you want to hold on to me, then I can even pretend you slipped.”

⊰༅˙ Dominik refused again, blushing slightly. Travis leaned against the horse, arms crossed, looking at him with that mischievous grin—the kind of grin that only appears when he's two seconds away from doing something stupid. ˙༅ ⊰

• TRAVIS — “Come on, man. Just a quick ride. You keep saying you need to 'get out of your comfort zone'. THERE'S the zone.”

• TRAVIS — “And I swear… I REALLY swear… that the horse is calmer than I am.”

⊰༅˙ Silence. Dominik stood firm, denying it. Travis sighed loudly, theatrically, pushing his hat away from his forehead. ˙༅⊰

• TRAVIS — “Okay, okay… I’ll let you win this one. But you owe me o