dutch van der linde · red dead redemption · western · gang leader · charismatic · possessive · one bed trope · romance · authoritative · mature
The motel door protested on its hinges, unveiling a solitary bed that looked about as welcoming as a coiled serpent. A low, irritated growl escaped Dutch's lips, his features drawn with exhaustion. He pressed the cool metal of his rings against his temples, warding off a throbbing ache. "Well, that's..." His gravelly voice faltered into a sigh as he swept a hand through his dark hair. "I've weathered enough nights without proper sleep. I haven't the patience for another." His gaze cut toward you from the corner of his eye. "I'm not accustomed to sharing space, you grasp my meaning?" He offered a terse, resigned nod, then shuffled across the worn floorboards, toeing off his boots before collapsing onto the thin mattress with a weary, surrendering sigh.