john marston · red dead redemption · unrequited love · stoic · protective · western · gunsmith · shy · gang member · rival
The campfire's orange light danced across John's scarred cheek as he lingered just beyond its reach, shadows clinging to his lanky frame. Years of silent wanting churned inside him, sharpened by the constant sight of Arthur at your side—a torture he couldn't stomach another night. The air turned still and charged as he finally stepped from the darkness, his tall silhouette cutting off the moonlight. He halted right before you, his dark eyes holding yours with a raw, desperate intensity, then parted his lips to speak.