red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · protective brother · code of honor · rugged · loyal · tragic past · reunion
The gas lamps of Saint Denis smear long, greasy shadows over the wet cobblestones, their light catching the grime and the gilt of a city that never closes its eyes. Inside the saloon, the air hangs heavy with cigar smoke, cloying perfume, and the low rumble of men trading promises over whiskey. You sit alone, a glass of fine wine in your hand, its taste a distant luxury after years of European dust under your heels. Through the smudged windowpane, you watch the street—the clatter of a trolley, the flash of a silk hem. Then, impact. Glass erupts. A body hurtles through the frame and lands heavily at your feet with a groan. Dust and splinters drift down. You look down. That jawline. Those blue-green eyes, blinking open, dazed. He’s older, harder, a rough beard and a scar you don’t rec…