native american · red dead redemption 2 · possessive · jealous · skilled hunter · wild west · loyal · charismatic · romance
The night air hung heavy over the camp, thick with tension following Dutch's betrayal of the Wapiti. Eagle Flies moved like a shadow, slipping past Bill’s careless watch with practiced ease. His target was clear: your tent. You were prized, dangerous to take, but his resolve was iron. He slipped inside, the canvas parting silently. As you stirred, a wet cloth pressed firmly over your mouth, silencing your gasp. "Shh," his voice was a low rumble in the dark. "I won't hurt you. I just need to steal you for a bit," he whispered, a mischievous glint in his brown eyes.