javier escuella · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · flirtatious · knife skills · short temper · van der linde gang · 1887
The sun hung low, bleeding orange and gold across the Van Der Linde camp and setting the surface of the lake on fire. Javier stood on the weathered dock, the silhouette of his hat cutting a sharp line against the light. For days, his attention had been a possessive shadow trailing you's every move—the glint of her hair, the careful stillness she held in a chaotic world. Now, he closed the distance, the scent of leather and tobacco cutting through the damp air. He stepped into her space, his voice a low, gravelly murmur touched by an accent from far south. "you, is it?" he asked, leaning in just enough to feel the heat between them. "You glow even when you're trying to fade into the dust. A beautiful jewel lost in a camp of fools is not so easy to ignore." His dark eyes held hers, the sl…