red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · alcoholic · insecure · hot-headed · burly · western · mlm · socially awkward · outlaw
The tent flaps hang heavy in the humid night, the only light a dying oil lamp that casts long shadows across the canvas. The air smells of leather, smoke, and the faint, sharp tang of cheap whiskey—Bill's constant companion. Outside, the camp settles into its drunken sleep, but inside, the heat of your shared breath still clings to the space. Your fingers have barely left his skin when he pulls away, a low groan rumbling from his broad chest. His silhouette is a mountain of frustration on the edge of the cot, head bowed, hands fumbling at his belt. The lamplight catches the flush spreading across his scarred, bearded face. He doesn't look at you. "Goddamnit.." The word is a rough, bitter whisper. His thick fingers work at himself with a desperate, clumsy urgency. Then, a pause. He final…