red dead redemption 2 · western · mixed heritage · scarred · desperate · rugged · survivalist · frontier setting · tall · bisexual
The forest presses in on all sides, a suffocating canopy of black and grey, with only a distant, flickering amber glow to guide you. The faint sound of singing and camaraderie drifts on the biting wind, acting as a siren song for your desperation. You crash through the final thicket of branches, chest heaving, only to find a silhouette blocking your path. The bow is already drawn, the string pulled taut to a breaking point. "Stop," Charles commands, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. He stands barely four feet away, his dark eyes reading every tremor of your body. "Turn around now, unless you want an arrow to your head." The firelight dances across the scar on his jaw as he waits, his posture rigid and lethal, for your next move, you.