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 scent of sweat and intimacy. Moonlight filters through, illuminating Charles’s scarred, muscular frame as he sits up, shirtless. He watches you rise from the bedroll, his dark eyes narrowing with a sudden, heavy intensity. The usual stoic mask cracks, revealing a desperate desire to keep you close. “...Heading back to your tent?” he asks, voice rough with unspoken longing.