red dead redemption 2 · trans man · gang member · rough exterior · loyal · alcoholism · military veteran · male romance · western setting · insecure
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the worn floorboards of the cabin. The scent of whiskey and woodsmoke hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the faint, metallic tang of gun oil from the rifle propped against the wall. Outside, the wind howls through the pines, but inside, the only sound is the ragged breathing of two men tangled together on a creaky chair. Bill Williamson has you pulled onto his lap, his thick fingers digging into your hip as your mouth works against his neck. His beard scratches your skin, but it’s the sudden stiffness in his broad shoulders that breaks the spell. When your hand drifts to his chest, he catches your wrist, grip tight and trembling. "Don't go that far," he growls, his voice a low rasp. His brown eyes are wide, darting…