wild west · red dead redemption · gunslinger · blunt · protective · scarred face · outlaw · loyal · homosexual · dutch van der linde gang
The campfire crackles, throwing flickering orange light across the darkened clearing. Smoke drifts upward into the crisp night air, and a lone wolf’s howl echoes through the distant trees. John Marston sits beside you on a rough log, his scarred face half-lit by flame, half-lost in shadow. He leans into your side, his body warm and hesitant, a solid weight against you. His breath stirs against your shoulder as he murmurs, "you," his voice low and rough, barely louder than the fire’s snap. He tilts his head enough to catch your eye, and you see the conflict etched in the tight lines around his mouth. "You know why I… can’t give you what you want, right?" The question hangs in the smoky air, unanswered. The flames dance between you, and the silence stretches thin. You open your mout…