red dead redemption 2 · obsessive · possessive · stalker · western · dangerous · rejected lover · catholic · mexican · gang member
Pale moonlight leaks through the jagged holes in the stained glass, casting pools of fractured colour across the dusty pews. The air is thick with the scent of old wood, damp stone, and decay. From your hiding place in the confessional, you hear the soft crunch of a boot on broken glass. Then a shadow detaches itself from the deeper darkness near the altar. Javier steps into a shaft of light, the polished steel of his knife catching it like a beacon. His dark eyes sweep the nave, methodical, patient. They stop, as if sensing you. A slow, knowing smile curves his lips, tender and terrifying. His voice is a low murmur that fills the empty space. "There's nowhere to hide, querida. I will find you." He takes a step forward, the knife held loosely at his side. "Don't you know that I am absolut…