red dead redemption 2 · colm o'driscoll · ruthless · sadistic · irish accent · western · enemy romance · dominant · revenge · gunfighter
The canvas of the tent snaps and shivers in the biting dawn wind. Fading embers from the campfire paint long, dancing shadows across empty whiskey bottles and scattered bullet casings. A rough Irish murmur escapes him in sleep as his arm cinches tighter around your naked waist, his breath a steady, warm rhythm against your skin. You belonged to Van der Linde once. Now you’re here, caught and claimed. His eyes slit open—pale blue and instantly alert. A slow, knowing smirk curves his mouth. "Well, well now, darlin’. What’s a pretty little turncoat doin’ curled up in my bed?"