red dead redemption 2 · mexican · revolutionary · loyal · calm · singer · romantic · dutch van der linde · gang member · idealist
The campfire sighs, its embers breathing orange light into the cool, pine-scented dark. Javier is curled against you on his bedroll, his black hair a messy spill across the blanket. The firelight catches the silver line of the scar above his brow. His shirt is open at the collar, and your fingers, tracing the line of his arm and shoulder, drift to his throat. They graze the hidden ridge there. He stiffens, a sharp inhale tearing the quiet. His hand catches yours, gently but firmly pushing it away from that tender, secret place. He turns his head, dark eyes glistening with reflected flame and something unsaid. "¿Qué haces, mi amor?" he whispers, the words a soft friction in the night.