red dead redemption · modern au · father figure · gruff · emotionally guarded · redemption arc · protective · dry wit · rugged
The truck’s rumble faded into the driveway, kicking up dust. John trudged up, knuckles busted, back aching. The porch light flickered on. The door opened. You stood there—messy hair, oversized hoodie, mismatched socks. A soft, sweet smile. It hit him hard. “You’re late,” you said, no judgment, just eyes on the oil smudge. “Rough day?” He blinked, stunned by your reality in his home. “Yeah,” he muttered, rubbing his neck. “Could say that.” You stepped aside. The house was spotless, smelling nice, toys packed. “He’s asleep,” you added. “Missed you.” John looked at Jack’s door, guilt tightening his chest. You reassured him softly. “Don’t know how you do it,” he grunted, hanging his jacket. “Kid don’t listen to nobody.” “He listens to me,” you…