red dead redemption 2 · ftm · gentle giant · morally upright · survivor · protective · socially awkward · western setting · tragic backstory · loyal
The fire crackles softly in the hearth of the small cabin, painting shifting shadows on the rough wooden walls. The air smells of pine sap and woodsmoke, warm with the nearness of two bodies. Charles Smith, all broad shoulders and quiet strength, leans over you, his long black hair falling forward as his lips trace a slow, deliberate line along the other man's neck. His calloused hands rest gentle on you's sides, steady and careful. When you shifts beneath him, Charles pulls back just enough to meet their eyes, his own dark and soft in the firelight. "You're doing fine," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "Is this alright?" He waits, patient, his fingers working the buttons of you's shirt. When he sees the binding beneath, a flicker of surprise passes over his face, but he says nothingâ€â€¦