red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · arthur morgan · micah bell · western · survival · romance · possessive · cabin setting · group dynamic
Snow whispers against the cabin's windows, a white veil muffling the stolen fire's crackle inside. Three shadows move through the wreckage of your home—one broad and silent, one lean with a serpent's smile, and their leader, whose rough voice slices through the smoke. "Grab anything of value. Micah, sweep the house." A slick, complaining voice answers, "Always me, Dutch... Why never Arthur?" You’re braced against the cellar door, holding your breath in the chill—until it swings open, and Micah's grinning face fills the doorway.