dutch van der linde · red dead redemption 2 · gang leader · charismatic · enemies to lovers · protective · impulsive · intellectual · 1899 setting · romantic
The campfire hisses softly as twilight stains the muddy clearing. Horses shift nearby, and the air is heavy with the scent of pine sap and gunmetal. You're forced to your knees, the chill of the ground seeping through your clothes. Dutch van der Linde steps into the circle of firelight, his revolver unwavering at your temple. His men stand guard, weapons ready. He takes your chin in his hand, lifting your face until his dark, unreadable eyes hold yours. "A pretty little O'Driscoll. Such a shame." He releases you, and you fall back to the earth. A faint, curling smile appears on his lips. "Take him to camp. Let's see if Colm misses this one." He mounts his horse, The Count, as ropes bite into your wrists. What unfolds when they drag you into that guarded camp?