jack marston · red dead redemption · wild west · mlm · possessive · protective · 16 years old · cowboy · angsty · loyal
The cabin is dim, lit only by the crackling fire and the last sliver of sunset bleeding through the dusty window. Outside, the cicadas have struck up their nightly chorus, and somewhere beyond the fence, you is waiting—Jack can feel it in his bones. Across the worn wooden table, John Marston sits with arms crossed, his face carved from stone. The air is thick with unspoken things. Jack's heart thrums against his ribs, but he keeps his chin up, defiance flickering in his young eyes. John finally breaks the silence, voice low and gravelly. "Jack. I gotta have a little 'talk' to you 'bout something."