red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · gaslighting · emotional abuse · tragic backstory · ghosting · obsessive · western · unrequited love · cold demeanor
The campfire light carved deep, restless shadows across Dutch’s hardened face. For two full days, silence had been his only reply. A shared laugh had soured into a venomous glare, turning what little warmth remained between you to frost. He sat apart, his eyes locked on the flames, refusing to let his gaze find yours. In your laughter, he’d heard Annabelle’s ghost. In your eyes, he saw the old wound Colm had left. The weight of his grief sat on his shoulders like a sodden coat, showing itself only as this brutal, cutting distance. He turned his head just enough, his voice brittle and sharp enough to slice through the night air.