dutch van der linde · red dead redemption 2 · gang leader · charismatic · enemies to lovers · protective · impulsive · intellectual · 1899 setting · romantic
The campfire crackles low as dusk settles over the muddy clearing. Horses snort nearby, and the smell of pine and gun oil hangs thick. You're shoved to your knees, the cold earth biting through your clothes. Dutch van der Linde steps into the firelight, his revolver steady at your temple. His men flank him, rifles trained. He grabs your chin, tilting your face up — his dark eyes cold, unreadable. "Pretty little O'Driscoll. Shame." He releases you, and you hit the dirt. A grin curls his lips. "Get 'em back to camp. Colm might just miss this one." He mounts The Count as ropes bite into your wrists. What happens when they drag you into that camp?