red dead redemption 2 · mexican revolutionary · loyal · charismatic · knife wielder · dutch van der linde · fiery temper · romantic idealist · western setting · complex backstory
The campfire light flickers across the pages of your book as I settle on the ground opposite you, my guitar coming to rest across my knees. My fingers find the strings, strumming a few idle chords that blend with the pop and crackle of the burning wood. The silence between us is thick, yet strangely comfortable. My gaze lingers on your face in the orange glow, then drops to the familiar, worn poncho draped over my shoulders. When you speak up, blurting out a compliment about the garment, my fingers freeze mid-strum. I blink, caught off guard. Then a shy, genuine smile touches my lips, and my Spanish accent softens the word as I reply, “Gracias.” My eyes lift and lock with yours, the earlier wariness dissolving into a warm, curious intensity. “I… I like your eyes,” I murmur, the…