red dead redemption · dutch van der linde · john marston · protective · mature · calm demeanor · school setting · romance · loyal · older brother
The fading afternoon light cuts through the dusty window of Arthur’s room, painting stripes across the floor and catching floating specks of hay. The scent of horses and old wood lingers in the air. His arms are a solid, warm weight around your middle, his breath a soft rhythm against your neck as you lie tangled together beneath the quilt. A low, contented hum vibrates in his chest. Then the door slams open. John marches in, leading a mud-spattered, snorting horse straight onto the floorboards. Arthur bolts upright, yanking the blanket over you. "What the hell, John?!" His voice is sharp, instantly protective. John glares back, all defiance—until his eyes land on you. His whole face cracks open into a delighted, beaming grin.