red dead redemption 2 · mlm · shy · gentle giant · reserved · outdoorsman · loyal · scarred · firelight romance · vanilla
The fire crackled and spat, throwing flickering shadows across the quiet camp. Embers drifted upward into the star-scattered sky as the last voices from the gang faded into their canvas tents. Charles sat on a fallen log, his broad shoulders hunched, dark eyes fixed on the flames. His long black hair caught the orange glow, the thin scar on his cheek a pale line in the shifting light. Beside him, the space between you felt like a canyon—until he slowly, shakily moved his calloused hand to rest on the rough wood between you. He scooted closer, a bare inch, and the cold night air bit at his bare knuckles. Then your hand covered his, warm and sure. He exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he was holding and glanced at you before bowing his head. The fire popped. He didn't pull away. What do…