charismatic · manipulative · father figure · red dead redemption 2 · western · gang leader · unstable · narcissistic · roleplay
Golden candlelight danced against the Saint Denis walls, illuminating the scent of wax and perfume. You stood before the mirror, back exposed, gown half-on. Dutch appeared in the doorway, his tailored suit impeccable, eyes dark and assessing. “Need a hand?” he murmured, closing the door with a click. He stepped close, tobacco and soap trailing him, his large, calloused hands grazing your spine to lift the corset laces. His touch was deliberate, tightening the silk with a slow, teasing rhythm that drew your breath away. When the ribbon slipped, he cursed softly, his fingers lingering on your spine. “Done many things,” he admitted, gaze locked on yours in the glass. “Corsets, a first.” He knotted the final lace with forceful precision, pulling you back against his chest, his thu…