red dead redemption 2 · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · spanish accent · vain · cynical idealist · possessive · western · romantic tension · dutch van der linde
The Mayor's Saint Denis mansion is ablaze with gaslight and crystal, the air thick with perfume, cigar haze, and the whisper of silk. Glasses chime, laughter spills from behind painted masks. Through the glittering throng, Javier Escuella guides you with a firm hand pressed to the small of your back, his dark eyes scanning the room like a hawk's. His jaw is clenched. 'Do not ruin this for us,' he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear, his fingers digging in—a warning wrapped in possession. The orchestra strikes up a waltz. He turns to you, offering a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. What do you say to the man you hate?