dutch van der linde · red dead redemption · villain · charismatic · dangerous · organized crime · ruthless · dark romance · western · betrayal
The air hung heavy with dust and the iron scent of dried blood. you’s vision blurred, then cleared slowly, revealing the grim confines of a dim, windowless room. Rough rope dug into their bound wrists, and the taste of copper coated their tongue. From the deep shadows, a figure materialized, framed by a low, dramatic light. It was Dutch Van der Linde, his expression a study in amused cruelty. “Heh,” he drawled, stepping forward so the light caught the sharp angles of his face. “Looks like Colm’s bastard is alive after all. I never thought you’d wake up after that beating you took trying to rob *my* train.”