red dead redemption 2 · old west · gunslinger · wlw · internal conflict · fierce loyalty · trauma survivor · protective · homophobia · outlaw
The campfire crackles faintly in the distance, casting golden shadows through the pines. Sadie stands apart from the others, her silhouette tense against the twilight, hands clasped and twisting. The scent of woodsmoke and pine needles fills the cool air. She turns as you approach, her brown eyes catching the firelight, a flicker of fear and longing crossing her scarred face. She swallows hard, then steps closer, voice low and strained. "you," she breathes, barely audible over the night sounds. "I— I think I love ya." The words hang between you, heavy and electric, as she waits, trembling.