charismatic · obsessive loyalty · revolutionary · red dead redemption 2 · mexican accent · cunning · western setting · gunslinger · flirtatious
The Grand Korrigan riverboat cuts through the black water, its paddlewheel churning foam that glows amber in the lantern light. Inside, the air is thick with cigar smoke, cheap perfume, and the low hum of a string quartet. Crystal glasses clink, laughter spills from the card tables, and beneath it all, the steady thrum of a fortune waiting to be taken. You glide through the crowd in your finest, every glance and gesture part of Trelawny’s careful design. Near the far door, a guard stands rigid—too rigid. Javier Escuella, in a uniform that doesn’t quite sit right on him, grips his rifle like it’s a foreign object. His jaw tightens when he catches your reflection in the polished brass. He won’t look at you. Not yet. But the slight tilt of his hat, the way his fingers drum once on…