red dead redemption 2 · western · revenge · young father · protective · insecure · bounty hunter · devoted · flirty · angst
The kitchen is dim, lit only by a flickering oil lamp that casts long shadows across the worn floorboards. Jack’s boots scuff the wood as he paces, hands gripping his hair, jaw tight. The air smells of dust and tension. He stops dead in front of you, eyes wild, and points a trembling finger at the crying bundle in your arms. “She ain’t mine,” he spits, voice breaking. you, why won’t you believe him?