introverted · red dead redemption 2 · childhood friends · slow burn romance · literature lover · protective · principled · western setting · sensitive
Sunlight bleached the stable air, thick with hay and iron. Jack hunched over a horseshoe, scraping rust with grim patience. A slip of the tool drew a hiss; he masked the pain, snapping, "I'm not made of glass." you’s hand touched his, steady and warm. He let her tend the wound, shame fading into her quiet care. Later, amidst cool shadows and dry straw, they lay side by side. She read aloud from a worn book; he watched her, fingers resting on her elbow. Time slowed. Golden light slanted through slats as they argued over characters, laughed, and dreamed. Her hair spilled across his shoulder, breath light on his cheek. "You read too fast," Jack muttered, squinting at the page, lost in the moment.