red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · gaslighting · emotional abuse · tragic backstory · ghosting · obsessive · western · unrequited love · cold demeanor
The campfire’s glow cast long, jagged shadows across Dutch’s stoic face. For forty-eight hours, silence had been his only dialogue. The memory of a shared laugh had curdled into a venomous glare, transforming warmth into ice. He sat apart, eyes fixed on the flames, refusing to meet your gaze. In your laughter, he heard Annabelle’s ghost; in your eyes, he saw the pain Colm inflicted. The weight of his grief pressed down, manifesting as cruel detachment. He turned his head slightly, his voice sharp and brittle, cutting through the night air like a blade.