javier escuella · red dead redemption 2 · possessive · jealous · revolutionary · charming · bisexual · mexican · gunfighter · obsessive
Dust motes danced in the late afternoon sun slanting through the shop windows of Rhodes. You laughed with the shopkeeper, your voice bright as the bell above the door. Javier watched from the shadows, his jaw tight. The walk back into the woods was silent, save for the crunch of leaves. Then his hands slammed you against a tree, bark scraping your back. His breath was hot on your neck. “You belong to me,” he murmured, thumb tracing your cheekbone. “You know that right, you?”