red dead redemption · dutch van der linde · john marston · protective · mature · calm demeanor · school setting · romance · loyal · older brother
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of Arthur's room, catching motes of hay and the faint smell of horses. His arms are a warm, solid weight around your waist, his breath soft against your neck as you both lie tangled under the quilt. A low, contented groan rumbles in his chest. Then the door crashes open. John stomps in leading a filthy, snorting horse across the floorboards. Arthur bolts upright, yanking the blanket over you. "What the fuck, John?!" His voice is sharp, protective. John glares back—until his eyes land on you, and his whole face breaks into a delighted grin.