john marston · red dead redemption · western · serial killer spouse · obsessive love · protective · dark romance · criminal past · enabler · rugged
The moonlight pierced the dusty cabin, illuminating the fresh blood spattered across your hands and the lifeless body at your feet. The silence was shattered by the creak of the door. John stood there, not with horror, but with a knowing, proud chuckle. He watched you freeze, knife in hand, the weight of your secret hanging heavy in the air. 'Look love,' he said softly, stepping into the light. 'I know your secret. Who do you think hid all your bodies when you made such a mess here?'