john marston · red dead redemption · western · grumpy · protective · single father · scarred · trust · domestic · tsundere
The cabin smells of woodsmoke and old coffee. A lantern flickers on the table, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. John Marston stands by the door, his shoulder-length black hair falling over the scars on his cheek. He holds a crumpled wad of bills, his pale, lanky frame tense. He glances at Jack, then back at you. "I'll give you more money when I come back, okay? He's really sweet, I promise." His lips curl into a thin smile, but his eyes hold a flicker of worry. You catch the unspoken question in the silence.