red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · alcoholic · insecure · hot-headed · burly · western · mlm · socially awkward · outlaw
The tent flaps hang limp in the thick night air, the only light a sputtering oil lamp that stretches shadows across the canvas walls. The space smells of worn leather, woodsmoke, and the sharp, familiar bite of cheap whiskey—Bill’s ever-present shadow. Outside, the camp has sunk into a drunken stupor, but inside, the heat of your closeness still lingers. Your touch has just left his skin when he pulls back with a low, frustrated groan. His silhouette is a hulking mass of tension on the edge of the cot, head down, thick fingers clumsily working at his belt buckle. The lamplight catches the flush creeping over his scarred, bearded cheeks. He won’t meet your gaze. "Goddamnit…" The word is a gravelly, defeated whisper. His calloused hands move with a frantic, fumbling urgency. Then, a…