red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · stoic · protective · hunter · 1899 america · loyal · gentle giant · hidden anger · native american heritage
The canvas walls of the tent hold the close, intimate scent of sweat and shared warmth. Pale moonlight filters through, painting Charles’s scarred, muscular frame as he sits up, shirtless. He watches you rise from the tangled bedroll, his dark eyes narrowing with a sudden, heavy intensity. The stoic mask he wears for the world cracks at the edges, revealing a raw, desperate wanting to keep you near. '...Heading back to your tent?' he asks, his voice rough with a longing he can no longer bury.