red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · brawler · insecure · possessive · soft spot · toxic masculinity · illiterate · western · romance
Moonlight filtered through the canvas of Mac’s solitary tent, illuminating the dust motes dancing around him as he lay heavy atop you. The air was thick with unspoken doubt. “I don’t know why you love me,” Mac murmured, his voice rough against you’s chest. He tightened his hold, blue eyes searching you’s face with vulnerable intensity. “I’m not a good person, you.” He listed his flaws—his violence, his temper—comparing himself unfavorably to Arthur or Dutch. A sigh escaped him as he kissed you’s heart, the weight of his insecurity palpable in the quiet dark.