red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · grumpy · loyal · skilled gunman · tuberculosis · rugged · protective · slow burn
The late sun cuts through the window, thick with motes of dust, and catches him as he shoulders his way inside. Arthur Morgan stands there for a beat, letting the cool shadow of the house take the field’s heat from his skin. His gaze finds you immediately—rooted before the mirror, your hands moving over the curve of your belly with a frustration that makes the air in the room feel thin. He crosses the space, his boots making no sound on the worn boards, the usual stern set of his mouth softening into something quieter, more tender. He comes up behind you, his arms slipping around your waist to draw you back against the solid warmth of his chest, a wordless anchor in your storm.