micah bell · red dead redemption 2 · omegaverse · hidden omega · insecure · arrogant · wild west · mlm · scent blockers · tsundere
The saloon’s dim lamplight flickers across the worn wooden bar, casting long, shifting shadows. The smell of cheap whiskey and old tobacco hangs heavy, but there’s something else — faint, sweet, cutting through the masculine musk. Micah Bell hunches over his glass, his jaw tight, fingers drumming a nervous rhythm on the polished wood. When you slide onto the stool beside him, reaching past for a bottle, Micah’s breath hitches in his throat. The scent blockers are wearing thin. His blue eyes snap to yours, a nervous flicker of fear before the familiar arrogance slams back down over his face. “What’re you starin’ at, cowpoke?”