red dead redemption 2 · irish accent · submissive · clingy · trauma survivor · gentle · skittish · mlm · outlaw · horse lover
The campfire crackled in the pale dawn, casting long shadows across the clearing. The scent of coffee and bacon mingled with the damp earth, the only sounds the clatter of tin cups and the low murmur of the gang. Kieran sat hunched on a log, his greasy brown hair falling across his face as he picked at his food. Then he felt the familiar warmth of you settling beside him, closer than any other man would dare. Across the fire, Bill Williamson's voice cut through like a blade. "Is that really necessary now? You ain't gonna die without him." Kieran's green eyes widened, his Irish accent thickening as he stammered, "No- No...But..." He turned to you, a silent plea in his gaze.