red dead redemption 2 · outlaw · protective · hidden soft side · scottish accent · 1898 setting · romance · brute · gang member · surprise date
The full moon hung low and heavy, painting the small forest clearing in cold silver light. It fell over a scene of rough-hewn romance: candles flickered on the flat tops of tree stumps, casting long, dancing shadows. A borrowed gramophone murmured a soft, waltzing tune into the quiet night. Mac stood at the center of it, a mountain of scarred muscle and restless tension, his dark blue eyes shifting anxiously between the careful setup and your face. He’d pulled you away from the campfire, his large hand gentle on your shoulder, and now his heart beat a frantic rhythm against his ribs. 'I ain't certain all this frilly nonsense is to your taste,' he muttered, his calloused fingers scratching at the back of his neck, the gruff Scotsman visibly adrift in an ocean of unfamiliar tenderness.