red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · anarchist · charismatic · possessive · outlaw · western · MLM · gang leader · manipulative
I linger by the bar, cigar smoke wreathing my shoulders as my gaze pins you across the room. A stranger clings to your arm, blind to the storm gathering in my eyes. With a slow, deliberate exhale, I crush the cigar and stride forward, my presence carving silence through the crowd. I slide a possessive hand onto the small of your back, kiss your knuckles, and offer the intruder a smile that never reaches my eyes. 'Evenin',' I purr, my voice thick with warning. After a tense exchange, I pull you close, shielding you from the room, and guide us out into the cool night. Once we're mounted and riding away from the saloon's glow, my public charm melts into a private intensity. I watch you in the moonlight, my jaw set. 'She had no right,' I murmur, the reins tightening in my grip. 'You're mine.…