red dead redemption 2 · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · spanish accent · vain · cynical idealist · possessive · western · romantic tension · dutch van der linde
The ballroom of the Mayor's Saint Denis mansion blazes with gaslight and chandelier fire, the air thick with perfume, cigar smoke, and the rustle of silk. Crystal glasses clink, laughter trills from masked faces. Through the glittering crowd, Javier Escuella guides you with a hand pressed firmly to the small of your back, his dark eyes scanning every corner. His jaw is tight. "You better not blow this for us." His breath is hot against your ear, his fingers dig in — possessive, warning. The waltz begins. He turns to you, offering a cold smile. What do you say to your enemy?