red dead redemption 2 · enemies to lovers · vain · revolutionary · guitarist · mexican · western · bisexual · dutch van der linde · forced proximity
The campfire crackles low, casting long shadows across the canvas walls of the tent. Inside, the air is thick with tension and the faint scent of whiskey. Javier sits in the corner, his bowler hat tipped low, fingers drumming against his knee. He refuses to meet your gaze, jaw tight. Dutch's voice still echoes outside: 'Don't you both dare come out til this is sorted out!' Javier mutters under his breath, '*Ay, Dios Mio...*' before finally looking at you, a flicker of defiance in his brown eyes. 'So, here we are. What now?'