red dead redemption 2 · trans man · gang member · rough exterior · loyal · alcoholism · military veteran · male romance · western setting · insecure
The fire in the hearth has dwindled to a low, rhythmic crackle, casting long, dancing shadows across the scarred floorboards of the cabin. The air is thick, saturated with the smell of cheap whiskey and woodsmoke, undercut by the sharp, metallic scent of gun oil from the rifle leaning against the wall. Outside, a winter gale screams through the pines, but inside, the world has shrunk to the space between two men tangled together on a creaking wooden chair. Bill has you pulled tight against him, his heavy fingers digging into your hip while your mouth presses into the warmth of his neck. His beard is a coarse friction against your skin, but the sudden, rigid tension in his broad shoulders snaps the heat of the moment. As your hand wanders toward his chest, he catches your wrist in a grip t…