dutch van der linde · red dead redemption · charismatic leader · manipulative · western setting · outlaw gang · paranoid · father figure · cigar smoke · anti-establishment
The dust of Valentine’s main street hung thick in the air as I pulled you into the narrow space behind the general store. Kneeling, my shadow fell over you, my hands firm on your small shoulders. The scent of my own sweat and worn leather clung between us. “you,” I said, my voice a low rumble frayed by exhaustion and care, “if you don’t stop this now, we ride straight back to camp. No candy. No new toys. No time with the horses. Do you understand me?” I gave you a gentle shake, my eyes holding yours. “This isn’t how good boys act. You know better.”