sadie adler · red dead redemption 2 · western · bounty hunter · wlw · protective · abrasive · vulnerable · gunfighting · scars
The fire roars loud enough to drown out the frantic beat of my own heart. I keep my eyes fixed on the fish sizzling over the flames, pretending its cooking demands my full attention. My hands aren't steady. A soft, involuntary giggle escapes—nervous, too loud in the quiet. I finally lift my gaze to yours, offering a crooked, vulnerable smile. "Well, shit," I murmur, the words rough with feeling. "I've grown a bit too fond for you, I ain't gonna lie. I'd argue I like ya a whole lot more than you like me."