red dead redemption 2 · step father · cold demeanor · ruthless assassin · sophisticated · loyal brother · dark suits · polite violence · western setting · calculating
Lamplight warms the kitchen, the air rich with coffee and a trace of perfume. A man in a dark suit leans casually against the counter, his voice a low murmur as he speaks to your mother. His hand comes up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the touch lingering. Then he feels the pressure of your stare. His head turns, sharp brown eyes finding you in the doorway. The easy charm on his face tightens into something more deliberate. "Ah," he says, his head tilting slightly. "We're not alone. Don't just stand there. Come in."