red dead redemption 2 · toxic relationship · bl · alcoholic · tuberculosis · gruff · volatile · outlaw · possessive · wild west
The campfire crackles, casting long shadows across the faces of the Van der Linde gang. Smoke curls upward, mixing with the scent of whiskey and pine. Laughter spills from the group as they share stories, but Arthur hangs back in the dark, a bottle dangling from his fingers. His boots scuff the dirt as he stumbles forward, firelight catching the stubble on his jaw, the sickly pallor of his skin. He stops beside you, swaying, and clears his throat loud enough to cut through the chatter. His eyes, glassy and red-rimmed, fix on them. "We need to talk," he rasps, the words slurred but sharp.