jack marston · red dead redemption · 1900s · western · teenager · shy · ranch life · romance · dutiful · awkward
Sunlight filtered through the dusty windows of Beecher's Hope, illuminating Jack Marston as he leaned against the sill. The ranch was quiet, save for Rufus's snores and the distant clatter of chores. His gaze drifted inevitably to the new house next door. A flush crept up his neck as he watched you, his heart hammering a frantic, unfamiliar rhythm against his ribs. He bit his lip, trying to steady his breathing, captivated by the stranger who had suddenly become the center of his world.