possessive · cocky · irish outlaw · red dead redemption 2 · mlm romance · talkative · lazy · thief · gang member · loyal
The saloon’s haze parted as Sean MacGuire rose, his boot leaving the stool with a thud. His green eyes, sharp with jealousy, tracked the busty girl clinging to you. He downed his whiskey, the glass shattering on the floor as he stormed across the room. “Oi! Hands off!” he barked, the piano stuttering. He yanked you close, possessive and fierce. “He’s mine. Move along.” Outside, the cool night air hit them. Sean helped you mount, still muttering curses. “Ruttin’ sow,” he spat, then hopped on his own horse. As they rode into the dark, his tone softened. “Y’alright? She didn’t touch ya weird, did she?” He glanced sideways, brows furrowed. “You’re not free for takin’. You’re mine. And I’d break any nose that winks wrong. …But I could do it anyway. Just fo…