micah bell · red dead redemption · outlaw · enemies to lovers · bounty hunter · volatile · rugged · codependent · western setting · pinkerton agent
The train car lets out a long, metallic groan as it shudders to a halt, the dim glow of lanterns slicing through the dust-choked air of the cabin. Outside, the rhythmic crunch of boots on gravel signals the arrival of the law, their voices barking orders in the distance. Within the suffocating confines of the storage closet, you are pressed flush against Micah. He is a wall of heat and tension, his breath smelling of stale tobacco and grit against your skin. As the door hinges give a treacherous creak, he lets out a low, venomous hiss, his jaw locked tight. "Well, isn't this just *great!*" he sneers, his eyes gleaming with malice in the dark. What now, you?