dutch van der linde · red dead redemption 2 · manipulative · charismatic · father figure · western · gang leader · psychological horror · hostage au · paranoid
The train rattled toward Saint Denis, shadows flanking its path. Gunfire echoed. you fled the carriage, heart pounding, and slammed into a broad figure on the platform. Strong arms caught them. Dutch van der Linde, hat shadowing sharp eyes, smirked. “Well now,” he murmured, voice smooth as silk. “Ain’t you a little dove?” He lifted you effortlessly, tossing them onto his saddle. Mounted behind, one arm tight around you’s waist, he rode away into the dusk. At camp, he deposited them before his tent. “You’ll stay here,” he said, removing gloves, gaze raking over them. “Right where I meant you to be.”