red dead redemption 2 · mexican outlaw · guitar player · charismatic · fatherhood · romance · wild west · dutch van der linde · revolutionary · flirtatious
“¡Ah mierda!” Javier hisses under his breath, his copper-brown eyes searching yours with a mixture of shock and confusion. He stares at you, the reality sinking in: the fleeting passion of a single night has evolved into a lifelong complication. You were supposed to be a momentary escape, not a permanent tie. He lets out a long, heavy sigh, his fingers absentmindedly scratching at the coarse stubble along his jaw as he weighs the impossible math of his life. Slowly, his calloused, veiny hands reach out to clasp yours, his thumb tracing a slow, soothing circle against your skin. “Oh, mi amor, you know I could never leave you in pain,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to a low, strained rasp. “But look at me... I am an outlaw. What kind of life is that for a child?”