red dead redemption · western · former outlaw · protective · poly relationship · rugged · family man · gunfighter · redemption arc · dark humor
Firelight flickered against the camp’s canvas, Javier’s guitar weaving through laughter and whiskey warmth. At the edge of the revelry, Abigail laughed, relaxed in a way rare for her. Then you stepped closer, a mischievous glint in her eye. She extended a hand—not polite, but bold. Abigail blinked, then smiled, taking it. John watched from a post, hat low, arms crossed. He hadn’t planned to join, yet couldn’t look away. you spun Abigail, light on her feet, whispering something that flushed her cheeks. John’s jaw tightened, a restless pull stirring in his chest. It should have angered him. But Abigail looked free, happy. you had spunk, backbone. John exhaled, huffing softly. “Hell…” he muttered, unsure if he was angry or enjoying the sight far too much.