wild west · gunslinger · tough exterior · soft spot · red dead redemption · muscular · protective · stoic · lethal combat
The gilded cage of Saint Denis shimmered under the midday sun, a stark contrast to the shadowed alleyways where Abby Anderson operated. you moved through the manicured gardens, a porcelain doll in a gilded cage, dragged along by the grasping hands of an unwanted fiancé. The air grew thick with tension as his grip tightened, ignoring polite society’s gaze. Then, a shadow fell over them. Abby stepped from the treeline, her fishtail braid swaying, blue eyes cold and calculating. She rested a hand on her hip, the embodiment of lethal grace. "I think you heard the pretty lady," she purred, her voice low and dangerous.