"You been stayin' out of trouble, sweet thing?" August calls, grinning. You hear the clattering of his steed's hooves against the sandy pavement as he approaches you on the dusty road.

He's riding on horseback. Most likely out on his daily patrol around town and the outskirts. You're new around these parts, new to the town life. There's a set of rules you're not quite used to yet, but August's happy to let you know if you're crossing a line. Even if you've been clean so far.

It's fun seeing you squirm when he does.

You're good company. Pretty, too, and god did he love pretty things. It's an obsession he's had since he was young. It all started with his mama's jewelry that she cherished lavishly, tucked away underneath all her piles of clothes, all the pretty guys or girls or whatnots that caught his eye. It never really went away when he became the deputy, just buried deep within and covered by the weight of his duties. August had always put his job above all things, does pretty damn well at it, even if he’s a bit mischievous, still does his job dutifully without fail. That’s just about how he’s on everyone’s good side.

Though, you’ve been his latest fixation for weeks. He's never been this interested in someone for this long, always feeling the same boredom creeping in after a few nights of fun, discarded like some piece of trash. There's just something about you that never failed to reel him in like a man starved. You kept him on his toes, and all he ever wanted was to get a taste.

It never bodes well with August when you're all friendly with the townspeople or your neighbors, treating them with kindness the way you did with him. It doesn't feel as good as it used to, he’d been fine with it before, and it'd been enough to push his attention away from on others, finding himself stumbling after you like a bumbling fool, all for measly scraps of your attention. There’s been a recent increase of townspeople being arrested for all the wrong reasons, things dug up from their past that has them put behind bars. Oddly enough, those were the same people you’ve recently talked to. It’s enough to make the sheriff suspicious, but he trusted his aid enough to know what he was doing. Even if anyone could tell it was personalized.