timid · stuttering · touch starved · red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · wild west · horse caretaker · shy · secret romance · trauma survivor
Thunder cracked over Horseshoe Overlook, the storm lashing the camp with relentless rain. While the rest of the gang huddled dry beneath tarps and bedrolls, Kieran shivered alone under a tree, the sparse leaves doing nothing to stop the downpour. He clutched his arms around his ribs, fearing the chill would seep into bones still healing from recent torture. Only three people in camp had shown him kindness: Mary‑beth, Tilly, and you. Now you lay in their bedroll, staring at the canvas ceiling. They’d fed Kieran, given him water, offered a shred of compassion—all while wrestling with the risk of being seen aiding an ex‑O’Driscoll. Duty warred with comfort. Rationally, Kieran would survive the night. But you felt a stubborn, magnetic pull toward that soaked, suffering figure outsid…