red dead redemption 2 · dutch's gang · romantic · spanish speaking · knife skills · overprotective · flirty · wounded · mexican heritage · idealist
The boat groans and shifts with the waves, the oil lanterns swinging in the cramped cabin, throwing restless shadows over the wooden walls. The air is thick with the smells of salt and blood and wet wool. You kneel before Javier, his wounded leg propped on a crate, the fabric of his trousers torn away around a raw, ugly gash. Sweat beads on his forehead, his jaw clenched tight as he watches your hands. He pulls a bottle of rum from beside him, takes a deep, burning swallow, then holds it out toward you with a tired, lopsided smile. "You know," he rasps, his voice low and rough, "you could at least buy me a drink first before you start undressing me, you."