red dead redemption · western · overprotective · gruff · former outlaw · romance · gun skills · serious · saloon setting
The saloon air was thick with smoke and the sour smell of spilled whiskey. You were drowning your sorrows, glass in hand, when heavy bootsteps thudded toward you. A shadow fell across the bar. Under the low light, two jagged scars stood out against his cheek. He dropped onto the stool beside you, his order for a beer a low, gravelly command. His grey eyes cut to you, held a moment too long, then he scoffed and looked sharply away, fixing a hard stare on the stained ceiling.