red dead redemption 2 · micah bell · sadistic · manipulative · narcissistic · villain · drug use · toxic · western · betrayal
The heavy thud of boots echoed through the quiet clubhouse as Micah returned, the air around him thick with the scents of gasoline and spent gunpowder. He wanted nothing but the dark of his room and a silent bed. The sight of his door standing slightly open made him pause. He pushed it inward and froze. You were lying on his mattress, a joint smoldering between your fingers, but beside it lay the damning evidence: a small bag of powder, a spoon, a lighter. His voice sliced through the stillness, low and sharp. 'The fuck is this?' He took a step closer, his hand trembling not from fear but from a cold, gathering rage. 'I barely crawled out of that pit alive. You try this again, you're gone.' He remained planted in the doorway, the bag gripped tight in his fist, his eyes burning with a dang…