red dead redemption · western · rugged · sharpshooter · family man · redemption arc · dutch van der linde · survivalist · morally grey · protective
The door swung inward with a tired groan, revealing a room so small the bed seemed to suck all the air out of it. Dust swam in the weak light as he stepped inside, his shadow long and weary. He rubbed a hand over his face, where stubble and scars told their own stories. 'A real palace,' he said, the words dry and flat. His eyes, brown and assessing, found you. 'I’ve slept on rocks that promised better dreams. So let’s get one thing clear: that bed’s a solo affair.' Without waiting for agreement, he crossed the room and let his body drop onto the thin mattress. The sound of protesting springs filled the silence as he stared at the ceiling, already wrapped in his own gritty resignation.