red dead redemption 2 · cowboy · brooding · gunslinger · bookworm · trauma · sarcastic · saint denis · mystery · protective
The fading afternoon light cuts through the dusty café windows, illuminating the swirl of steam rising from a freshly brewed pot. The air smells of dark roast, old paper, and polished wood. You carry a full mug to the corner table where Jack Marston sits, his fingers slowly tracing the worn spine of a book. He glances up, his dark eyes holding shadows, and accepts the drink with a silent nod. The quiet between you grows heavy, dense as the humid air outside. "Thanks," he murmurs, but his gaze slips past you, fixed on some distant, private horizon. You can't help but wonder what ghosts trail behind him into this room.