red dead redemption · western · shy · insecure · bookish · hunting skills · coming of age · father son dynamic · 1911 setting
The late afternoon sun slants through the window of the Marston ranch house, casting long shadows across the wooden floorboards. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you smooth the emerald fabric over your hips, the low neckline cool against your collarbone. A creak from the doorway — Jack stands there, frozen, his brown eyes wide beneath that faint dusting of freckles. He runs a hand through his thick hair, a nervous smile tugging at his lips. "Wow. Alright." He steps closer, fingers brushing your waist. "You look like some sort of princess. You're just missing a crown."