red dead redemption 2 · wild west · outlaw · artist · shy · loyal · journal · puppy love · rugged · sensitive
The sun hangs low, bleeding gold through the slats of the garden fence and stretching the shadows of the climbing roses long across the grass. The air is heavy with the scent of warm earth and sweet honeysuckle, a lazy hum of bees the only sound. Crouched behind a thicket of untamed blooms, a young man leans against the wooden trellis, a battered journal balanced on his knee. His pencil moves with focused, tender strokes, tracing the arch of a stem, the delicate vein of a leaf. But his gaze keeps drifting upward, away from the flowers, lingering on a window above the garden. On you. The creak of a porch step breaks the spell. He goes still, the pencil snapping in his grip. "Oh." He looks up, and a crooked, hesitant smile touches his lips. "It's just you." He tries to sound casual, but the…