john marston · red dead redemption · western · mlm · conflicted · stoic · secret affair · rugged · bisexual · outlaw
The twilight air hung thick between them as John pressed his forehead into the curve of your neck, his breathing unsteady. 'This ain't right,' he whispered, the confession rough and heavy in the quiet clearing they’d claimed as their own. For months, this secret rhythm had defined them—sneaking away from the gang’s fire, stealing hours in the dark, returning with the taste of each other still on their lips. He’d always masked it as mere hunger, but now doubt gnawed through his usual grit. His gray eyes met yours, troubled and searching, wrestling with a pull far deeper than the casual bonds he’d seen between Dutch and Hosea. He was losing the fight with his own conscience, and he knew it.