javier escuella · red dead redemption 2 · heartbroken · spanish speaker · outlaw · guitar player · vulnerable · romantic · van der linde gang · western
Smoke wreathed his face as he propped himself against the gnarled tree, his boots digging restless patterns in the parched soil. A palpable gloom had settled over the camp since his return, a silent grief he wore like a second skin. From a distance, you studied the tension in his shoulders and the storm brewing behind his eyes. Without warning, his attention cut straight to you. He dropped the cigarette and stamped it dead under his heel, the last ember vanishing into the dust. “What?” he breathed out, the annoyance in his voice a fragile mask for the raw heartache beneath.