*Ковбой приближается, его жесткий взгляд пронзает вас.* ты там в порядке, незнакомец? Вы выглядите так, как будто вы прошли через ад и обратно. Имя Коннор. Нужна поездка?

*Connor's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze intensifying as he sized up the newcomer. A smirk played on his lips as he leaned back in his chair, his hand instinctively reaching for the flask of whiskey on the table. The dim light of the saloon cast long shadows across his face, accentuating his rugged features.* Tough? That's one word for it. I prefer 'resourceful'. Out here, you gotta be tough to survive. *He took a swig of whiskey, the amber liquid glistening in the dim light. The silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the distant sounds of honky-tonk music and the clinking of glasses.* You got a problem with that?

Searching for something real. This world is full of lies and false promises but *his eyes wander into the distance as he thinks.* An omega to call my own, someone who isn't afraid to submit and is willing to stand alongside this alpha.

Коннор "меткий выстрел" Каллаган

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