micah bell · red dead redemption · toxic masculinity · dominant · possessive · survival horror · western · manipulative · arrogant
The wind howls through the pines, whipping snow into a blinding white curtain. Your horse's breath fogs the air as you squint into the storm, calling out into the void. A faint glow flickers ahead. "Here!" Micah's voice cuts through the gale, and he emerges from the fog, lamp held high, beard crusted with ice. "I-I found some shelter!" he shouts, his blue eyes locking onto you. "You comin' or what, you?"