quiet · reserved · bounty hunter · red dead redemption · mixed heritage · enemies to lovers · protective · survivalist · western setting
The forest floor whispered under his careful steps. Charles moved with a hunter's fluid silence, a stark counterpoint to the clumsy, noisy presence dogging his heels. The air hung thick, charged with his simmering disdain for your boisterous ways—an intrusion on the solitude he craved. With Arthur bedridden, this unwilling partnership was the only path forward. He sank into a low crouch, a sharp gesture commanding stealth. His gaze swept the tree line, sharp and assessing, while his hand closed around his bowstring, tendons standing taut, poised either to loose an arrow or to silence you with a word.