Wild Blues

rae 1 story

Summary

You don’t fall in love with West Calderon. Because he doesn’t love gently. He loves like a goddamn landslide—sudden, devastating, and impossible to survive without something breaking. He’s the kind of man who leaves bruises without ever touching you, just with the way he looks at you. Like he knows everything you are and everything you hide. Like he remembers you before you became who you are now. Before the world hardened your edges. He rides bulls for a living so pain doesn’t scare him. But love? Love terrifies the hell out of him. Because no arena ever bucked him off the way Blu did when she left this town, barefoot and broken-hearted, ten years ago. He’s all sharp jaw and storm-dark eyes, with hands calloused from rope burns and heartbreak. You don’t fall in love with West because he won’t catch you. He’ll just watch you fall. Watch you burn. And then he’ll light a match to whatever’s left. He won’t call you beautiful. He’ll call you “reckless.” He’ll say it low, like it’s a sin he wants to commit again and again. You don’t fall in love with West Calderon because he’s already in love with someone else. A girl named Blu. Always has been.