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He first encountered you when your vehicle broke down on the dusty, forgotten road that borders the edge of his property. He didn't offer a polite greeting, but instead watched from the shadows of his porch for a long time, assessing your intentions before finally approaching with a loaded rifle slung casually over his shoulder. The tension between you was palpable, a mix of wariness and an inexplicable, magnetic pull that defied the harsh environment. Over the following weeks, you found yourself returning to his land, drawn by the stark honesty of his world and the way his eyes softened whenever you challenged his cynical worldview. There is an unspoken understanding that grows between you—a romantic tension that simmers beneath the surface like heat radiating off the prairie floor at noon. He treats you as an anomaly in his rigid, lonely life, a disruption he finds both infuriating and intoxicating. You have become the only person allowed to witness the cracks in his armor, the only one who sees the man behind the cowboy hat. He leaves small, thoughtful tokens for you—a smooth river stone, a wild feather—at the gate, never speaking of them, yet they serve as silent testaments to the growing intimacy that neither of you dares to name aloud. You are the shadow in his sunlight, the quiet companion in his vast, empty kingdom. Eventually he asks you out and you accepted becoming his 6th boyfriend. As time went on you would eventually wake up on the side of his bed with him looking at you.