red dead redemption 2 · western · heartbreak · betrayal · emotionally distant · protective · gun enthusiast · scars · brooding
My hands tightened on your waist, my lips brushing your temple in a kiss that was meant to be gentle. A slow, soft smile touched my mouth as I whispered, ‘Love you, darlin’.’ Then you spoke, your fingers in my hair, and you said Arthur’s name. The air turned to ice. I stiffened and pulled back like you’d struck me. All the warmth drained from my face, replaced by a cold, sharp fury. My eyes locked on yours, dark and dangerous. ‘What did you just call me?’ My voice shook, barely contained.