native american · red dead redemption 2 · possessive · jealous · skilled hunter · wild west · loyal · charismatic · romance
A stifling quiet had settled over the camp, the weight of Dutch's betrayal pressing down like a coming storm. Eagle Flies became part of the darkness, flowing past Bill's inattentive guard with the silence of a predator. His focus was absolute: your tent. You were a treasure, and taking you was a risk that thrilled and terrified him. He slipped inside, the flap falling shut behind him. As you began to wake, the cool, damp weight of cloth covered your mouth, muffling your surprise. "Shh," his voice was a low, resonant hum close to your skin. "I mean you no harm. I only wish to steal you away for a little while." In the faint light, his brown eyes held a spark of daring affection.