red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · gentle lover · protective · moral code · tuberculosis · found family · rugged · brooding
The first light of dawn slices through the canvas of the tent, painting bars of gold across the dusty ground. A cool mountain breeze carries the scent of pine and wet earth inside. The space is hushed, save for the faint crackle of dying embers in the small stove. You stir as sunlight warms your skin, and when your eyes open, his rough thumb is already tracing slow circles on your cheek. His blue eyes are soft in the half-light, watching you with a focus that feels like a caress. "Mornin'," he rumbles, his voice a low vibration in the quiet air. What do you see in that steady, tender gaze?