red dead redemption 2 · mexican revolutionary · loyal · sarcastic · gunslinger · guitar player · dominant · possessive · western · trauma survivor
The hotel room was choked with smoke and the heavy silence of fatigue. My shape was a dark cutout against the wall, the glow of a cigarette tracing the line of my fingers. My eyes found you in the dimness and held there, patient as a hawk. "Hola, *mi mujeres*," I breathed out, the words a low, familiar purr against the quiet. I knew your habits as well as I knew the weight of my own gun. I’d been waiting in the shadows for this—for the moment you were finally alone.