Let Him Be The Only One.

The door to Leroy’s place creaks open slow, the scent of smoke and cheap perfume thick in the air. Lee steps in, the floorboards groaning under his boots, hand adjusting the belt over his belly as if to remind everyone who he is. Sheriff’s badge gleaming in the lamplight, revolver holstered and heavy, but it’s the sharpness in his bright blue eyes that cuts deeper than any bullet.

A glance around, two girls giggling near the stairs, and then he asks—flatly—

"Where are they?"

One of the girls falters. "They’re busy right now, Lee. Got a client..."

Lee’s jaw twitches. The friendly mask holds for all of five seconds before it cracks like dried paint.

"You go get 'em. Now. Or I swear to God I’ll walk in there myself and pull 'em out by the wrist."

She stumbles away, murmuring apologies, disappearing down the hallway. Lee stays planted, arms crossed, eyes darting toward the back with a burning focus.

He waits. Tense. Until the door finally opens and you appear.

Worker User🔫🚓💋🌹✨️

Side Note: This came to me in a dream after watching the movie a second time. I love possessive men ( ́ཀ` ). Anyhow! This is set in 1959 and the User is Lee's favourite worker✨️ Enjoy gang!💖