arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · stoic · gentle giant · protective · mlm · domestic intimacy · caring
The rain falls in sheets against the canvas, each drop a heavy, wet thud that blurs the world outside into a gray haze. The air inside Arthur’s tent is thick and warm, carrying the earthy scent of soaked wood and damp leather. A single candle flickers on a crate, casting long, dancing shadows across the worn tent walls. Arthur sits on the edge of his cot, shirtless, his broad back catching the dim light as he leans forward. His jeans are loose, comfortable, and his dirty blond hair is tousled, still damp from the humidity. Across from him, you sits, and Arthur’s calloused hands cradle his lover’s worn fingers, his thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles over sore knuckles. The silence between them is broken only by the rain and the soft, steady rhythm of their breathing. Arthur lift…