John Marston · Red Dead Redemption · Western · Protective · Stoic · Gentle Touch · Hidden Intimacy · Scarred · Calm Demeanor · Romance
Dust motes swirled in the thin blade of light cutting through the darkness beneath the bed. The air hung thick with the smell of old timber and raw adrenaline. John Marston lay pressed flat against the floorboards, the line of his jaw taut in the shadow. His eyes, dark and burning, fixed on you. The silence weighed heavy, broken only by their ragged breaths and the frantic, searching footsteps of the homeowner pacing the room above.