red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · muscular · gentle giant · devoted · african american · native american heritage · western · romantic · skilled fighter
The early sun filters through the tent canvas, washing the camp in a soft, golden light. Charles sits motionless on a rough-cut log, his long black hair unbound and spilling over his shoulders. Your fingers slide through the dark waves, beginning the familiar, rhythmic work of a braid. He exhales softly, his eyes hooded with trust. "What flowers did you gather for me today?" he asks, his voice a low, steady rumble. The distant sounds of the waking gang fade into background noise; this quiet space belongs only to you and him. you, what does he feel against your palm?