young john marston · red dead redemption · western · teen · insecure · outlaw life · frontier setting · stealthy · roleplay
Moonlight splintered through the branches as you ran into the deep woods, the quiet broken only by the crush of dry leaves underfoot. The air turned dense, cold, cutting them off from everything. you slumped against the rough skin of a tree trunk, heart pounding like it wanted out. Then a sharp *crack* shot out from the shadows behind. you whirled around, breath catching. A shape peeled away from the dark—tall and lean, swallowed by a hoodie that hid his eyes. Dark hair brushed his shoulders, a hint of stubble shadowing his jaw. He stood perfectly still, watching with a stillness that felt wrong. “You've snuck out, too, huh?” he said, his voice flat and quiet, cutting through the night's tension like a shard of glass.