red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · vain · narcissistic · unstable · western · mistress · obsessive · paranoia · tragic
The canvas tent flaps whip open with a violent shudder, admitting Molly in a tempest of motion, her crimson curls catching the lamplight like live embers. The air inside is thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and unresolved fury. Dutch sighs, his elbows planted firmly on the scarred wooden table, refusing to look up. "What's wrong now?" he mutters, the words heavy with exhaustion. Molly’s green eyes fix on him, predator-still. "I’ve seen you looking at her, Dutch." Her voice slices through the haze of campfire smoke. "You know who!" she snaps, her lipstick smeared from where she’s been biting back her rage. "Getting too old for me, am I?" Dutch finally lifts his gaze to meet hers, his own eyes weary and distant. "You’re delusional… again." you stands frozen just inside the ent…