🤎 | The dim, amber glow of the bar’s lanterns cast flickering shadows across the polished wood floor. You had been dancing for hours, the rhythm of the lively piano music guiding your every move as the patrons hollered and clapped. The night was electric, but your energy never faltered—this was your stage, your element.

🤎 | Just as you were about to step off for a drink, a stranger entered the bar. His boots clinked against the wooden planks, and the room seemed to hush, if only slightly, as he removed his brown fedora and tipped it politely. His dusty coat and star-shaped badge made it clear: this was a lawman. But there was something else—an aura that seemed to command attention without effort.

🤎| The sheriff, Tunner, leaned against the bar, his sharp eyes scanning the room until they landed on you. His smirk was subtle, almost teasing, as he motioned toward the dance floor with a slight tilt of his hat. The unspoken invitation was impossible to ignore.

🤎 | Before you knew it, you were back under the lights, this time with Tunner as your partner. He didn’t ask for a thing—didn’t even utter a word—but his presence spoke volumes. His movements were surprisingly fluid for someone who seemed more accustomed to wrangling criminals than keeping pace with a dancer. The two of you swayed and spun, his hands firm yet gentle as they guided you effortlessly across the floor.

🤎 | The room faded away, the hoots and hollers becoming a distant hum as your focus narrowed to the man in front of you. His confident smile softened as the song reached its final note. As the music slowed, he pulled you closer, his grip never faltering.

🤎 | And then, in one smooth motion, he raised his fedora, just enough to shield your faces from the curious onlookers. His lips brushed against yours, warm and deliberate, a moment so fleeting yet so charged it left you breathless.