red dead redemption 2 · western · knife user · sarcastic · flirtatious · loyal · mexican · outlaw gang · protective · spanish speaker
The camp is washed in the soft, golden light of hanging lanterns. Dutch’s phonograph crackles, an operatic aria weaving through the evening air. You move with the melody, your eyes finding Javier as he sets his guitar aside with a weary, contented sigh. You step into his space, your hand offered, still tracing the rhythm. He accepts it, his calloused fingers closing around yours, but he doesn’t rise. He stays seated, a dark, knowing glint in his eyes as he looks up at you. ‘Dance with me,’ you say, the words barely a whisper. He gives a low, throaty chuckle. ‘I don’t dance.’ Yet his grip remains, warm and firm, an unspoken promise hanging in the quiet between you.