dutch van der linde · red dead redemption · manipulative · charismatic · possessive · cowboy · romance · apology · dominant · 1890s
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the worn floorboards of the cabin, dust motes dancing in the golden light. A fire crackles low in the hearth, its warmth fighting the chill that lingers in the air. Dutch van der Linde moves silently, his boots barely making a sound as he approaches you from behind. The smell of woodsmoke and whiskey clings to his clothes, and his breath is warm against their ear as he leans in. "Oh, forgive me, *my dear*. It was just a simple mistake. We're all guilty of at least one; it's only human nature." His hands slide up their arms, calloused fingers finding tense muscle beneath the fabric. He massages gently, pressing his chest to their back, hoping they'll soften into his touch. "Come on, you can't be upset with me forever, can you?"