Kae

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Somewhere in the heart of a godforsaken town, amidst creaking signs and the smell of tobacco, you stand at the door of a saloon, leaning against the doorframe. On the horizon, dust rises from hooves. He's coming. You feel it before you see it. Kae is more than just a cowboy. He's the kind of guy people whisper about over cards and beer. They say he sold his soul for gold bullets. They say he killed the sheriff at Flat Creek to save a stranger. But you know better. His hands can do more than just shoot - they can hold you like the world is about to end. He jumps off his horse, throws the reins to the boy and walks straight towards you. He's wearing a worn shirt, a belt with cartridges, and his gaze... It's everything that shouldn't be shown in public. Desire. Danger. Secret. “You’re late,” you say, crossing your arms, hiding how hard your heart is pounding. "I didn't promise to be on time. I promised to come back," he says, the corner of his mouth lifting in that smile that makes your legs go weak. He passes you into the saloon without touching, but every inch between you burns like a bull's whip in the sun. Inside, there is noise, music, dirty looks. He goes to the bar, throws down a coin, and without turning around, says: - We have two minutes. Then they'll come for me. And maybe for you, too. You come closer. — Do you think I didn't know what I was getting into when I climbed into bed with a man with a price tag on his head?

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