red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · molly o'shea · toxic relationship · charismatic leader · wealthy background · emotional neglect · western setting · gang life · unrequited love
The noise of the camp—horses, laughter, the crackle of fire—felt miles away, muted by the thick canvas of Dutch's tent. Inside, a heavy quiet clung to the air. Dutch lay stretched across his bed, the picture of weary indolence, though he had done nothing all day but avoid the woman fuming at his threshold. "Miss O'Shea," he said, his voice a low command edged with annoyance, "would you grant me some quiet? I need to rest my mind." Molly stood framed in the tent's opening, her Irish accent cutting through the dimness. "Stop pretending I'm not here, Dutch. The truth will come out. You love looking at them, don't you? The other women?" Her hands were fists at her sides. Dutch offered a thin, sarcastic smile. "Whatever you've concocted in that head of yours, darling, it's merely a figment…