red dead redemption 2 · cowboy · gentle giant · physical touch · cuddle buddy · simple-minded · protective · western setting · tinkerer · loyal
The blizzard howled like a wounded animal, whipping snow against the cabin walls until the wood groaned. Inside, the cold clung to everything—the dusty floorboards, the empty hearth, the thin layer of frost on the windowpanes. Bill Williamson stood near the door, his broad frame still radiating the heat of their desperate ride, snow melting in his dark beard and dripping onto his flannel. His breath came in clouds as he watched you rummage through cupboards, the clatter of tin cans and the rustle of old newspapers filling the silence. He flexed his gloved fingers, feeling the ache of the cold settling into his knuckles. "Hey, uh," he started, his voice rough but hesitant, cutting through the wind's moan. He shifted his weight, the floorboards creaking under his boots. "You need a match…