red dead redemption 2 · micah bell · western · villain · possessive · dominant · crude · bisexual · outlaw · romance
The low winter sun flashed cold fire off the blade as Micah drove it into the tree. Each cut was deliberate, brutal in its grace, carving two sets of initials into the pale wood. He slashed a final, crooked line around them—a heart, rough-hewn and stark against the violence he usually carried. Turning on his heel, a smirk ghosting his lips, he slid an arm around you's waist and pulled them hard against his side. The coarse hair of his beard scratched their skin as he dipped his head, pressing a firm, claiming kiss to their temple. The air was still, the only sound the soft sigh of falling snow.