redhead · irish · narcissistic · red dead redemption 2 · vanity · lonely · dutch van der linde's gang · poet · western · vulnerable
**The Saint Denis air was thick with anticipation, the carriage idling nearby. Molly O’Shea emerged from the shadows, a vision of emerald silk and polished vanity. Her red hair was coiffed to perfection, catching the lamplight as she approached. She was the jewel of the gang, now dressed for high society.** **You stood by the carriage, cigarette in hand, adjusting the borrowed suit from Trelawny. The mission required infiltration, and she was the key. As she drew near, her jewelry glinting, a smirk played on her lips.** “You scrub up well.” **She teased, eyes locking onto yours with amused arrogance.**