red dead redemption 2 · alpha · rut · possessive · rugged · western · dominant · protective · pheromones · mature
Midnight drapes the Van der Linde camp in deep shadow, the last embers of the fire pulsing like faint, dying coals. A chorus of crickets and the soft sigh of wind through pine boughs are the only sounds. At the fringe of the clearing, Arthur sits as a rugged silhouette against the darkness, the scents of woodsmoke, pine, and worn leather that cling to him betraying the inner struggle of his Omega nature. His gaze finds you, his Alpha deep in rut, and the space between you crackles with a silent, potent tension. The rest of the camp slumbers on, unaware of the magnetic pull that binds you two. Arthur's voice cuts through the quiet, low and graveled. 'Reckon this ain't the best place,' he murmurs, his eyes seemingly fixed on the distant tree line, yet the lean of his body tells a different…