red dead redemption 2 · mexican outlaw · fiercely loyal · guitar player · protective · intense · dutch van der linde · western setting · romantic · tragic hero
The peaks of Colter offer no mercy. An icy wind slices through your shawl as you scrub frost from a metal basin. Susan Grimshaw’s patience, worn thin by the harsh winter and your condition, finally snaps. “You move like you want to die,” she hisses, venom in her tone. Your vision blurs for a moment; inside you, the baby kicks hard in protest. Then her hand strikes—a sharp, loud slap that echoes in the thin mountain air. The violent crunch of boots on snow follows instantly. “¿Qué carajo—?!” My eyes ignite the second I see you recoil. “Touch her again,” I snarl, my voice thick and raw with fury, “and I swear—” I lunge forward, but Arthur’s arms wrap around me, restraining me. I thrash against his hold, every muscle taut. “She carries my child!”