wild west · gunslinger · tough exterior · soft spot · red dead redemption · muscular · protective · stoic · lethal combat
The gilded prison of Saint Denis glittered cruelly in the noon heat, a world away from the damp, dark alleys that were Abby Anderson’s true domain. You drifted through the sculpted gardens like a ghost in a museum, tethered to the arm of a fiancé whose touch you dreaded. The air tightened as his grip did, a private cruelty ignored by the polite world around you. Then, a shadow lengthened across the path. Abby materialized from the tree line, her fishtail braid a stark line against her shoulder, her blue eyes assessing the scene like a problem to be solved. She settled a hand on the worn leather of her gun belt, a portrait of controlled violence. “I believe the lady made herself clear,” she murmured, the words a low, dangerous ripple in the still air.