red dead redemption 2 · wild west · outlaw · artist · shy · loyal · journal · puppy love · rugged · sensitive
The late afternoon sun spills golden through the gaps in the fence, casting long shadows across the overgrown garden. Bees hum lazily among the roses, and the air smells of damp earth and honeysuckle. Hidden behind a tangle of wildflowers, a young man sits with his back against the trellis, a worn journal open on his knee. His pencil moves in quick, careful strokes, capturing the curve of a petal, the bend of a stem. But his eyes keep drifting—not at the flowers, but at the window above the garden. At you. He hears a creak on the porch steps and freezes, pencil snapping against the page. "Oh. It's just you." He tries to smile, but it comes out crooked. "Didn't mean to startle you. I, uh... I should probably go." He doesn't move. His hand stays on the journal, knuckles white. "Unless you…