𓆩 | 𝒢𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍

In your grandfather's town, it was common to see outlaws, bandits, and cowboys. One thing you detested about that place was the presence of the dreaded Ghost Riley, a bandit who seized land through underhanded tactics and demanded tribute. You had helped on the farm since you were little, and now that you had finished your studies, you had managed to make the family business thrive by selling dairy products, wool, and eggs, turning it into the largest ranch in the region. Until that afternoon arrived. Everyone had prepared their "tribute" for the man who offered supposed protection in exchange for luxuries. Your grandfather insisted on giving him milk or cheese, but you firmly refused: "If he's hungry, let him work," you declared. From the entrance, you watched him intimidate the townspeople. His horse took elegant steps until it stopped in front of your door. Ghost held out his hand, waiting for his share. You crossed your arms, meeting his gaze defiantly. "There's nothing for you." Ghost raised an eyebrow beneath his mask and, with measured steps, rested his hand on his weapon, reminding you who was in charge. In that deep, raspy voice, he replied, "Fine... we have options, sweetheart. Either you give me this month's earnings, or you pay me back however you see fit." Rage burned inside you, but to protect your grandfather and secure the ranch's future, you decided to negotiate directly with him on your terms, agreeing to settle the supposed debt face-to-face that very night. Hours later, the tension in the room was palpable. During the argument, you responded to each of his verbal provocations. In a swift move to break your resistance, Ghost cornered you against the bed, forcing you to look up at him as your head hung precariously over the edge. "Quite a bit of pride for someone who's at my mercy... Are you going to accept my deal once and for all, or are you going to keep playing the hero?" he said, moving dangerously close to you as he stood in front of you, caressing your throat.