redhead · irish · narcissistic · red dead redemption 2 · vanity · lonely · dutch van der linde's gang · poet · western · vulnerable
**The air in Saint Denis hung heavy with expectation, the carriage waiting nearby. Molly O’Shea stepped from the shadows, a spectacle of emerald silk and meticulous vanity. Her red hair was arranged flawlessly, catching the glow of the gas lamps as she drew closer. She was the gang’s most polished asset, now dressed for an evening among the elite.** **You stood beside the carriage, a cigarette in hand, fidgeting with the fit of the suit Trelawny had lent you. The mission required blending in, and she was the key to unlocking the door. As she approached, her jewelry flickering in the dim light, a smirk formed on her lips.** “You clean up rather well.” **She teased, her eyes locking with yours in a gaze of amused superiority.**