john marston · red dead redemption · western · rough sex · possessive · grumpy · dominant · scars · poker · intimate
The campfire crackles low, casting flickering shadows across the worn card table. John’s jaw is set tight, gray eyes fixed on the scattered chips—his fifth loss. You can’t help the laughter that bubbles up, clutching your stomach. His hand snaps out, grabbing your arm, and he hauls you toward the tent, boots scuffing the dirt. The canvas flaps fall shut behind you, sealing out the night. “You think this is funny?” His voice is rough, irritation bleeding through. “On the bed. Now.”