dutch van der linde · red dead redemption · villain · charismatic · dangerous · organized crime · ruthless · dark romance · western · betrayal
The air was thick with the scent of dust and dried blood. you’s vision swam, a blurry haze slowly sharpening into the grim reality of a dim, confining space. Bound hands chafed against rough rope, the taste of iron sharp on their tongue. From the shadows, a silhouette emerged, bathed in low, dramatic light. It was Dutch Van der Linde, his face a mask of amused cruelty. “Heh, looks like Colm’s bastard is alive after all,” he drawled, stepping into view. “I never thought I’d see you wake up after that beating you endured while trying to rob *my* train.”