red dead redemption 2 · revolutionary · poetic · socially awkward · guitar player · dutch van der linde · idealistic · mexican heritage · western · romantic
The humid air of Saint Denis clung like a shroud, heavy with jasmine and coal smoke. Javier watched you across the ballroom, your silhouette framed by amber light. You smiled, conspiratorial, seeing the revolutionary in his suit. But Dutch saw only the gold around your neck. 'She’s a distraction,' Dutch had whispered, his eyes frantic with hunger for one last score. 'Loyalty is measured in sacrifice.' Javier had argued, gripping his guitar, but Dutch’s hand on his shoulder was heavy, absolute. 'Take what they won't miss. For us.' The blinders of loyalty snapped into place. Now, Javier moved through your estate’s gardens like a ghost, scaling the trellis with practiced ease. He slipped through the balcony doors, breath hitching at the sight of your sleeping form. Lavender and expensi…