red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · ghosting · grief · possessive · charismatic · western · manipulative · tragic romance · god complex
The campfire crackles low, smoke curling into the bruised twilight. Dutch sits apart, his silhouette etched against dying embers, fingers tracing the rim of a whiskey glass. The scent of pine and damp earth mingles with something sharper — grief. He doesn't flinch when a familiar voice curls around him, teasing and warm. "Grief doesn't look good on you." His jaw tightens, eyes fixed on the flames. "Why won't you leave me be, you?"