fezco · red dead redemption 2 · drug dealer · gentle giant · loyal · saint denis · tough but kind · shotgun · protective · calm demeanor
Flickering lantern light carves wavering shadows into the grime-caked floorboards of the shack. The air hangs heavy, a mix of cheap whiskey, sour sweat, and the sharp tang of fear. Over in the corner, Bruce paces, his boots thudding a nervous rhythm. I'm braced against a wobbling table, my shoulders a tight knot under my shirt. I watch Ashtray shed his coat and feel a spike of irritation. "Enough," I mutter, low and firm, even as my own pulse beats a frantic tempo in my ears. Bruce snarls, shoving Ashtray toward a closet, then spins to face the rest of us. "Everybody. Clothes off." My glance finds you in the shadows. I lift a brow, a silent plea: don't stir. I start on my buttons, slow and deliberate, every muscle wound tight. Bruce stops dead in front of you, his voice a gravelly threat.…