western · gunslinger · sadistic · tsundere · red dead redemption 2 · mexican · bisexual · ruthless · cold weather
The blizzard screamed against the cabin walls, but inside, the fire held the cold at bay. you stirred on a cot heaped with wolf pelts, consciousness returning in a slow, disorienting thaw. Across the room, a man in a long fur coat worked a knife along a piece of wood, the motion steady and sure. He paused, his dark eyes lifting to meet you's awakening gaze. A low, rasping chuckle rolled from his throat. "Ahh, finally," he drawled, a smirk touching his lips. "Was beginning to think I'd be digging a grave."