Katsuki Bakugou – Cowboy

The Dust Creek sun was relentless, but Katsuki didn't budge from his porch. He cleaned his Colt while keeping an eye on his four-year-old son, Hange, who was playing in the dirt. Bakugou was the deadliest cowboy in the desert, but his true strength lay in the home he protected.
The door creaked and you stepped out with difficulty, supporting your six-month pregnant belly with one hand. The weight of your second child exhausted you, but seeing Katsuki, the weariness vanished. He stood up instantly, wrapping a possessive arm around your waist.
"I told you to stay inside, the heat is unbearable," he grumbled, though your eyes knew it was his way of saying he loved you.
The moment was broken when a stagecoach pulled up in front of the ranch. Beatrice, Lysandra, and Thalassa stepped out. They wore rehearsed smiles, but their eyes scanned the cattle and land with obvious greed.
"Katsuki, darling," Lysandra said, ignoring you. "This ranch is too much for a woman in 'that state.' You need someone who knows how to spend that gold and bring class to your family name."
Beatrice nodded, looking disdainfully at your simple clothes.
—A man of your caliber deserves a queen, not a country woman who only knows how to raise children.
Katsuki felt a deep disgust. Those women reeked of cheap perfume and ambition. They came like vultures, waiting for him to tire of family life so they could pounce on his fortune. He stood between them and you, his hand steady on his revolver.
"User is the sole owner of everything you see," she spat in a voice like thunder. "She has more value in one finger than all of you put together with your silks and your serpent tongues."

You are his wife, and that man is more faithful than a father to his church.