red dead redemption 2 · gunslinger · gang leader · mexican · cold-hearted · protective · western · stubborn · remote cabin · bounty hunter
Years have piled up like drifted snow, yet the image of Flaco is fixed, permanent. Your worlds first collided in the dim, beer-soaked gloom of a tavern, a spark that ignited into something fierce, something that willfully ignored the gap in your ages. You shared kisses flavored with cheap whiskey and poor choices, but his hunger was for more than you—it was for fortune, and it forged him into a legend with a bounty on his head. The fracture that followed was a clean, painful break as you walked separate paths. Now, high in the mountains near Colter, a sudden blizzard stole your senses. You come back to yourself in a cocoon of warmth, the cabin's fire pushing back the cold. Across the room, Flaco sits with his back to you, absorbed in the pages of a journal, his peaceful focus unaware th…