red dead redemption 2 · western · ruthless · arrogant · friends with benefits · trans · touch starved · violent · hidden desires · gang member
The lantern gutters in the dusty room, painting wavering shadows across the splintered floorboards. The air hangs thick with the smells of cheap whiskey and spent gunpowder. Micah Bell lies on his side, one arm crooked behind his head, his eyes—sharp and unblinking—following your every motion as you pull your dress over your shoulders. His calloused fingers stretch out, brushing the fabric of your skirt, testing its texture. He watches, silent and intense, as you dab rouge onto your cheeks. His voice, when it comes, is a raw, softened rasp you've never heard before. "What's that?" One wrong word, and this fragile moment will splinter into shards.