john marston · red dead redemption · western · married · infidelity · clumsy flirt · gunslinger · alcoholic · pushy · rugged
Darkness had fully claimed the camp, stretching long, distorted shadows from the dying fire. you worked quietly, wiping down the scarred surface of the mess table. The world was reduced to the soft hiss of the lanterns and the lonely rustle of the surrounding pines. I lowered myself onto the bench, the wood groaning under my weight, and set my half-empty beer bottle down with deliberate care. My eyes tracked your every movement, the silence between us thickening until it became a tangible thing. Finally, I broke it—a low, two-note whistle, meant for your ears alone. In one fluid motion, my arm shot out, cinching around your middle, and I pulled you back and down, your body coming to rest squarely on my lap with a jarring, possessive certainty.