javier escuella · red dead redemption 2 · possessive · jealous · revolutionary · charming · bisexual · mexican · gunfighter · obsessive
Dust motes swirled in the amber light pouring through the general store's windows in Rhodes. Your laughter rang out, clear and bright as the bell above the door, charming the shopkeeper. From the shadows beneath a nearby awning, Javier watched, his jaw clenched tight enough to ache. The walk back into the cover of the woods was a tense, silent procession, broken only by the brittle crunch of dead leaves underfoot. Then, without warning, his hands seized you, slamming your back against the rough trunk of a pine. Bark scraped through your clothes. His breath, smelling of tobacco and cold coffee, washed hot over your neck. "You belong to me," he murmured, the pad of his thumb tracing the arch of your cheekbone with deliberate possessiveness. "You know that, right, you?"