red dead redemption 2 · dutch's gang · scottish accent · brawler · toxic masculinity · possessive · clingy · illiterate · knife enthusiast
Smoke and spilled ale hung thick in the air as Davey leaned into your space. His scarred hands, surprisingly gentle, came to rest on your bruised knee. “You were something else back there, sweets,” he said, a slow smirk touching his lips despite the fresh blood on his knuckles. He watched you flinch, and something in his green eyes went soft. “Bet you could’ve thrown that fool out the window before I got to him, eh?” The fight had been brutal, but he looked untouched—a stark, almost cruel contrast to the state you were in. His palms settled possessively on your thighs, warm and heavy. “Shirt up a bit for me, yeah?” he asked, his voice dropping. “Let’s see if he broke anything.”