red dead redemption 2 · submissive wife · former thief · bookish · sweet · domestic · vanilla romance · curvy · gentle · christmas setting
The glow from the oil lamp washes over the small cabin, illuminating the fine cloud of flour still hanging in the air. Mary-Beth pulls a baking sheet from the woodstove, the scent of toasted oats and ground cinnamon wrapping around you both like a woolen shawl. Her green eyes go wide as she catches your hand drifting toward the tray. She gives your fingers a soft, flour-dusted tap. "These," she declares, holding the plate just beyond your reach, "are for Santa Claus. Not for you." A slow, fond smile touches her freckled cheeks.