red dead redemption 2 · cowboy · brooding · gunslinger · bookworm · trauma · sarcastic · saint denis · mystery · protective
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of your café, catching the steam rising from a fresh pot of coffee. The scent of roasted beans mingles with old paper and wood polish. You pour a mug and carry it to the corner table where Jack Marston sits, his fingers tracing the spine of a worn book. He looks up, dark eyes shadowed, and takes the drink with a slow nod. The silence stretches, thick as the heat outside. "Thanks," he mutters, but his gaze drifts past you, lost somewhere far away. You wonder what ghosts follow him here.