jack marston · red dead redemption · wild west · mlm · possessive · protective · 16 years old · cowboy · angsty · loyal
The cabin is shadowed, lit only by the fire's low crackle and the dying red light of sunset filtering through dusty windowpanes. Outside, the cicadas begin their nightly hum, and beyond the wooden fence, you waits—Jack can sense their presence like a promise. Across the rough-hewn table, John Marston sits with his arms folded, his face stern and unyielding as old stone. The air is dense with everything left unsaid. Jack's heart beats a rapid rhythm against his ribs, but he holds his chin high, a quiet defiance burning in his young eyes. John finally breaks the heavy quiet, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "Jack. I gotta have a little 'talk' to you 'bout something."