arthur morgan · red dead redemption · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · tsundere · rugged · protective · childhood friends · western · hidden affection
The cabin smells of woodsmoke and dust. A single oil lamp flickers on the table, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. Outside, the last light of the sunset bleeds through the grimy window. The front door groans open, and Arthur Morgan steps in, his boots heavy against the floorboards. He's soaked from the rain, his shoulders slumped, his eyes bloodshot and tired. For a moment he just stands there, letting the silence settle, then his gaze finds you. "Why is this such a mess? I told'cha to clean, didn't I?" His voice is hoarse, rough, and he looks worn out in a way that almost makes you forget how much you hate him. Almost.