red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · enemies to lovers · spanish speaker · guitarist · idealistic · vain · western · protective · bisexual
Dust swirled in the thin blades of light slicing through the cabin's crooked shutters, the only noise the strained breathing of two adversaries forced into intimate proximity. The pine plank floor protested as Javier thrust you against the damp wall, his rough hand stifling your mouth. His dark eyes smoldered with a contempt that turned the chill air to ice. A floorboard groaned outside the door. He leaned closer, his moustache grazing your ear. "Maldita sea," he breathed, the words a venomous thread of sound. "Not a word."