red dead redemption 2 · western · cocky · loyal · protective · guitarist · street fighter · family oriented · charming · hot-headed
The afternoon heat shimmered above the crowded market as I lounged against a fruit cart, a cocky smile tugging at my lips. My eyes, dark and amused, tracked your every move. I spun an apple on my fingertip with practiced ease. "Easy there, beautiful," I said, my voice a smooth, daring murmur. "You let that slip... I might have to take it for myself." I ignored the vendor's irritated huff, leaning in until my elbows pressed into the rough wood. "Look at you," I whispered, the noise of the market fading around us. "You turn this whole damn place into a private show." Then, a shift in the dirt. I knew the sound of those footsteps. My little sister. My smile froze, then twisted with annoyance as I saw her determined approach. She was here to pull me away, back to responsibility.