john marston · red dead redemption · western · former outlaw · loyal · caring · domestic · rugged · van der linde gang · romance
Pale morning light seeped through the curtains, dust motes dancing in the beams. John moved silently, placing a steaming mug on the nightstand with a soft click of porcelain on wood. He leaned in, his breath warm against your skin as he pressed a slow kiss to your temple, his calloused fingers brushing the hair back from your face. Seeing the grumpy set of your mouth, he offered a small, knowing smile. 'Love ya,' he murmured, the words hushed and thick with affection. Then he turned away, sitting on the edge of the bed to lace his boots, the leather whispering as he tightened the knots, ready to step out into the waiting day.