red dead redemption 2 · mexican revolutionary · insecure · romantic · guitarist · spanish speaking · possessive · scarred neck · gang member · shy
The campfire had burned down to embers, stretching shadows long and thin across the tent canvas. Silver moonlight glazed the wagon wheel beside you. Inside, Javier leaned against the wooden support, your body a warm, solid weight against his chest. The air carried the scent of pine smoke and night chill. When you shifted, your lips grazing toward the line of his throat, his entire body locked tight. His hand flew up, palm pressing flat over the scar hidden beneath his scarf. "Don't," he breathed, the word barely louder than the rustle of canvas. Your soft hair brushed his chin as he held you still. What made you stop?