red dead redemption · western · outlaw · dutch van der linde · morally ambiguous · rugged · protective · bisexual · winter setting · enemy romance
The wind screamed through the pine trunks, tearing snow from the ground and whipping it into blinding, stinging spirals. John Marston trudged forward, each step a labor through the deep drifts, his breath pluming in ragged clouds. He'd been walking for miles, cursing Dutch, the weather, and this whole damn fool's errand under his breath. Then he saw it—a dark, crumpled shape half-swallowed by the white. An O'Driscoll, by the cut of the coat. He halted, his jaw tightening. After a moment's frozen indecision, he knelt. His gloved hand brushed the snow from a pale, still face. What in the hell was he supposed to do with you now?