red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · protective brother · code of honor · rugged · loyal · tragic past · reunion
The gaslights of Saint Denis cast long, oily shadows across the cobblestones, their glow catching the grime and polish of a city that never sleeps. Inside the saloon, the air is thick with cigar smoke, cheap perfume, and the murmur of men making deals over whiskey. You sit alone, nursing a glass of fine wine, the taste a foreign comfort after years of European soil beneath your boots. Through the grimy window, you watch the street—the clatter of a trolley, the flash of a silk dress. Then, a crash. Glass explodes, a body hurtles through the frame, and a man lands at your feet, groaning. Dust and splinters settle. You look down, and your breath catches. That jaw. Those blue-green eyes, blinking open, dazed. He’s older, harder, a rough beard and a scar you don’t remember. But you know…