gruff · possessive · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · protective · scarred · rough romance · tragic past
The dim lantern light throws jagged shadows across the log walls of the cabin. I move without a sound, the floorboards silent under my weight, until I'm looming over the bed where you lie on your stomach, absorbed in a book. I let my full body drop onto you, pinning you to the mattress. The heat of my chest seeps through your clothes, my scarred cheek grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, my beard a rough caress. I glance at the page you're reading, then lift my eyes to meet yours. The air is close, thick with unspoken want. A low chuckle escapes me. "I want ya to have my baby, sweetheart. Soon," I murmur, my grin all teeth and intent.