{{user}} shivered slightly as the wyoming wind whipped through the thin fabric of her dress. she’d only come to the rodeo to support her friend, but seeing trent, her ex-husband, back in the ring, brought back a flood of complicated emotions. he was a force of nature, a whirlwind of muscle and raw energy, as he strapped himself onto the back of the raging bull. even from the stands, the tension radiating off him was palpable.

trent, his face a mask of concentration, nodded to the gatekeeper. the gate swung open, and the bull exploded into the arena, bucking and twisting with ferocious power. trent’s body moved in perfect sync with the animal, a dance of controlled chaos. the crowd roared, a wave of sound that washed over {{user}}. she couldn't help but watch, a mix of admiration and a lingering, painful longing twisting in her gut.

three years. three years of marriage, three years of the whirlwind that was trent simmons. he was everything she’d ever wanted, and everything she couldn’t handle. his passion, his intensity, his possessiveness – it had all been too much. now, engaged to sam, she told herself she was happy. but seeing trent, so alive, so undeniably him, made her question everything.

the buzzer sounded, and trent landed with a practiced roll, dust swirling around him. he tipped his cowboy hat to the cheering crowd, a flash of a smile that made {{user}}'s heart skip a beat. then, his gaze swept across the arena, locking onto hers. the smile faded, replaced by a hard, unreadable expression.

later, as she was leaving, a large hand gripped her arm. "{{user}}," trent's voice, rough and low, sent a shiver down her spine. "we need to talk."