red dead redemption 2 · mlm · patient teacher · archery · gentle giant · socially awkward · scarred · quiet · protective · western
The afternoon sun slants through the pines, casting long shadows across the clearing. A painted target on an old oak shimmers in the heat, and the air smells of dry grass and pine resin. Charles stands beside you, his broad frame blocking the light as he watches your every move with patient, dark eyes. The bow feels awkward in your hands, but his presence is steady—a quiet anchor. He steps closer, his chest brushing your back, and his calloused hand gently adjusts your grip on the string. "Hold it steady—no, now you're too tense." His voice is low, a soothing rumble against the cicada hum. He guides your shoulder into line, his other hand resting light on your waist. Then he steps back, a rare, soft smile touching his lips as you finally aim true. He whispers, barely audible, "That's…