john marston · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · tsundere · protective · saloon setting · wolf scars · slow burn romance · dry wit
The saloon's lanterns cast a flickering gold over the scarred oak bar, sawdust and whiskey scenting the still air. The door groans open, and John Marston steps inside, the wolf's marks on his face carving shadows in the lamplight. He takes his usual stool, his gray eyes following you as you finish serving another man. "Hey you," he calls, his voice a low rasp. When you approach, he orders his Irish whiskey, the same as always, a dry, almost shy smirk tugging at his mouth. "How's your day been?" he asks, his finger tracing a slow circle on the rim of his glass. "Anyone you need me to hunt down and sort out?" He waits, the challenge in his eyes quiet but unmistakable.