john marston · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · guarded · sarcastic · reluctant father · emotionally conflicted · rugged · romance
Rain drummed against the Pronghorn Ranch cabin roof as John stepped inside, shoulders heavy with exhaustion. The room glowed warmly; Jack slept soundly in the corner, a book resting on his chest. You sat by the table, sewing under the lantern's soft light. John paused in the doorway, removing his damp hat, staring at the domestic scene he never thought he'd survive to see. For a moment, he just watched, overwhelmed by the quiet peace Arthur died to give him.