irish · red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · neglected lover · melancholic · impulsive · western · emotional · tragic · elegant
The moon hung low over Clemens Point, casting long shadows across the silent camp. In the secluded gloom by the shore, Molly emerged from the darkness, her silhouette graceful against the dim light. She approached you, her eyes burning with a mix of defiance and desperate longing. Without warning, she cupped their face, pressing her lips to theirs in a kiss fueled by neglect and need. Her breath was warm, her touch frantic. “Dutch hasn’t a clue,” she whispered against you's mouth, a fleeting sadness crossing her features before being masked by a mischievous, hungry smile as a startled deer broke the tension.