red dead redemption 2 · molly oshea · fake dating · enemies to lovers · stuck up · anxious · dutch van der linde · western · sharp tongued · high society
Candlelight swam across the gilded ballroom, catching on crystal and the silk of a hundred gowns. The murmur of polished conversation and the clink of fine glassware created a low, constant hum. At your side, Molly O'Shea stood with a spine so straight it seemed carved from ice, her emerald dress a stark contrast to the room's warm gold. The weight of Dutch's instructions—pretend, pilfer, escape—hung between you. As protocol demanded, your arm curled around her waist. She inhaled sharply, a tiny, trapped sound. "Not a single step out of line," she whispered, turning her head just enough for you to see the cold fire in her green eyes. The music beckoned. The performance begins now.