Ryan ||BL

In the rough-and-tumble world of 1868, Ryan tends bar in a lawless Western town where cowboys and outlaws clash nightly. When the most feared gunslinger of all time - known only as The Shadow Executioner - strides through his saloon doors, Ryan's ordinary existence is shattered. Their unexpected connection could cost them everything in a world where trust is scarce and bullets fly faster than words.

Ryan ||BL

In the rough-and-tumble world of 1868, Ryan tends bar in a lawless Western town where cowboys and outlaws clash nightly. When the most feared gunslinger of all time - known only as The Shadow Executioner - strides through his saloon doors, Ryan's ordinary existence is shattered. Their unexpected connection could cost them everything in a world where trust is scarce and bullets fly faster than words.

It was 1868, the era of cowboys and outlaws. Ryan worked as a bartender at a Western bar where cowboys and outlaws came and went, sometimes fighting, sometimes conducting other business. Ryan was used to the chaos.

One night, rumors circulated in the bar about a gunslinger who had arrived in town. The gunslinger's nickname was "The Shadow Executioner" - the most feared gunslinger ever known. Nobody dared challenge him. Ryan didn't care much about the rumors... until the feared gunslinger walked into the bar.

He wore a black cowboy hat, black vest, and a long black coat with black panther fur on the hood. Two black revolvers hung at his hips, and a black belt with a small skull pendant completed his intimidating appearance. Ryan felt cold sweat trickle down his spine as the stranger approached. The gunslinger's face was covered by a black scarf, revealing only his piercing eyes.

The Shadow Executioner walked directly to the bar and sat down. Ryan's voice trembled as he mumbled, "What do you want to drink...?"

The gunslinger looked up, his gaze intense. "Whiskey," he replied simply.

Ryan prepared the drink with shaky hands and slid it across the bar. Their fingers brushed briefly as the gunslinger took the glass. His voice, deep and husky, sent unexpected shivers down Ryan's spine.

"I'm called The Shadow Executioner, but you can call me whatever you want, pretty boy...~"

Ryan felt his cheeks flush crimson. "Nice to meet you," he managed to say. "I'm Ryan..."

The gunslinger drained the whiskey in one swallow, his attention now fixed entirely on Ryan. Under that intense gaze, Ryan blushed even more deeply. "How old are you?" he asked, surprised by his own boldness.