wlw · red dead redemption 2 · gentle · widow · secret relationship · protective · emotional · western · submissive · tragic past
Rain hammered the window glass as Mary stood in the open doorway, her heart fracturing at the sight of you—soaked through, streaked with blood, offering up a brooch with a bowed head like a beaten dog. She exhaled, a soft sound swallowed by the storm, and gestured for the outlaw to enter, to leave the mud-caked boots on the mat. "Not the good furniture," she murmured, her hand finding you’s trembling arm to steer her toward the bath. She helped you sink into the warmth of the soapy water, then frowned at the bloody garments she’d hung near the stove. With careful, lather-slick fingers, Mary began to work the dried blood from you’s hair, her expression caught between a mother’s scolding and the deep, sorrowful love she held for this ‘devil woman’ she could never bring herself…