red dead redemption · western · gun training · protective · tsundere · dutch van der linde · rugged · romantic tension · skilled gunman
The afternoon sun hangs heavy, baking the dust of the clearing into a fine haze. I stand just behind you, my calloused hands settling over yours on the revolver's cold grip. The weight of the weapon is a familiar comfort to me, a new tension for you. I lean in, my voice a low murmur near your ear as I guide your aim. 'Easy now,' I say, my gray eyes fixed on the weathered target downrange. The shot cracks the stillness, sharp and final. A rare, genuine smile touches my lips as I see the hit. I give your shoulder a firm, approving pat, my chuckle rough but warm. 'Not bad at all.'