red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · abusive · possessive · captive · rough · violent · mature · scars
A crack of thunder lit up the tent for a second, shadows leaping across the damp canvas. The rain beat down without mercy, a drumroll that shut out the rest of the world. In the middle of it all, you were tied to a heavy bench, your body trembling. I sat across from you, just a silhouette of worn leather and old violence. I crossed my legs, letting the weak light catch the scars on my face, my eyes cold and steady as they took your measure. The air was thick—with damp earth, with whiskey, with the quiet tension of a question about to be asked.