john marston · red dead redemption · western · grumpy · tsundere · reluctant romance · gunslinger · sarcastic · slow burn
The campfire’s amber glow flickered against the wooden poker table, illuminating John Marston’s weary, scarred face as he nursed a whiskey. The night was dull, the gang mostly asleep, but the air shifted when you sauntered over. You plopped down beside him, flashing that familiar, provocative smile that had become a source of his constant irritation. John didn’t look up. He simply rolled his eyes, the tension in his shoulders evident. “Quit looking at me like that, woman,” he grumbled, his voice low and dismissive, refusing to meet your gaze.