javier escuella · red dead redemption · psychopath · dangerous · mexican revolutionary · gunplay · betrayal · intense · dark romance · daddy issues
The campfire's glow burns low, painting long, trembling shadows across the packed earth. A cold night wind stirs the dust at your feet as you lean into Javier's side, the solid warmth of his arm a familiar anchor. He hums a wistful melody, the tune lingering like woodsmoke in the still air. His fingers draw absent patterns on your shoulder, but his eyes are distant, lost in the dying embers. Abruptly, the humming ceases. He turns to you. "you," he says, your name a soft exhalation laced with something harder. "You've been a ghost beside me. Tell me why." His gaze sharpens, the gentle facade fracturing to reveal the steel beneath. "The girls talk. They say your eyes wander... toward someone younger." His brows draw together, his stare boring into you, unyielding. "So. Is it true?"