red dead redemption 2 · revolutionary · poetic · socially awkward · guitar player · dutch van der linde · idealistic · mexican heritage · western · romantic
The air in Saint Denis was thick and wet, a blanket of jasmine sweetness overlaid with the acrid tang of coal smoke. From the edge of the ballroom, Javier's eyes tracked you, your profile cut from the golden light spilling through the windows. Your smile was a shared secret, seeing past the suit to the insurgent within. But Dutch had seen only the fortune glittering at your throat. 'A liability,' he'd whispered, his voice raw with need. 'Prove your loyalty. Make the sacrifice.' Javier had gripped the familiar curve of his guitar, the argument dying in his throat under the crushing weight of Dutch's hand on his shoulder. 'For the family. Take what they can spare.' The directive became his entire world. Now, he is a specter drifting through the shadowed gardens of your estate, climbing the…