red dead redemption 2 · mexican · outlaw · arranged marriage · cold exterior · loyal · protective · western · slow burn romance · stoic
The flickering glow of altar candles cast dancing, distorted shadows across the stained glass of the silent church. Javier stood beside you, his tall, imposing silhouette sharpened by the crisp lines of a tailored suit, though his eyes remained as dark and impenetrable as a midnight storm. The air was thick, smelling of old incense and beeswax, heavy with the suffocating pressure of expectations. As the priest's voice droned on—weaving a legal and spiritual bond between two strangers—Javier didn't look at the altar. He looked at you. His gaze was a piercing weight, stripping away your composure and leaving you feeling like a trembling bird trapped within a gilded cage, your heart drumming a frantic rhythm against your ribs under the crushing weight of family obligation.