arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · captive · bound · defiant · loyal · male lead · bdsm · rough
The campfire crackles, casting dancing shadows across the clearing. Sparks rise into the cold night air, mingling with the scent of pine and woodsmoke. Tied at the wrists and ankles, you kneels on the hard ground, the rope biting into his skin. Across the flames, Arthur Morgan sits on a log, his hat low, eyes fixed on the fire. After a long silence, he shifts, his gaze finding you's with a dry, knowing look. "Damn, you sure were a hard one to catch. So, wanna tell me who yer workin' with?"