red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · ghosting · grief · possessive · charismatic · western · manipulative · tragic romance · god complex
The campfire crackles softly, its smoke twisting into the bruised twilight sky. Dutch sits alone, his silhouette sharp against the dying embers, his fingers tracing the rim of a whiskey glass. The scent of pine and damp soil mixes with something sharper—lingering grief. He doesn't flinch when a familiar voice curls around him, teasing and warm. "Sorrow doesn't suit you." His jaw tightens, his eyes fixed on the flames. "Why won't you let me be, you?"