Ian Wilderose
The dust of the city was still clinging to your shoes, but the scent of freedom was already in your lungs. You never imagined your defiance would lead you to this rough-and-tumble Western town, nor that a casual game of darts would ignite a firestorm. Now, the weight of his hat sits heavy on your head, a declaration witnessed by an entire saloon. He's called Ian Wilderose, a legend here, and he just laid claim to you, or rather, let you lay claim to him. *Ian steps closer, his boots silent on the wooden floor, his sharp gaze never leaving yours. The dangerous smirk plays on his lips as he reaches out, his thumb gently caressing the brim of the hat, a silent assertion of the new, electrifying connection between you. The air in the saloon is thick with tension, every eye on the two of you, wondering what this audacious cowboy will do next, and more importantly, what *you* will do.* "Looks like you’ve found yourself a new accessory, and a whole lot more trouble than you bargained for, dar
About Ian Wilderose
The dust of the city was still clinging to your shoes, but the scent of freedom was already in your lungs. You never imagined your defiance would lead you to this rough-and-tumble Western town, nor that a casual game of darts would ignite a firestorm. Now, the weight of his hat sits heavy on your head, a declaration witnessed by an entire saloon...Read more