arthur morgan · red dead redemption · age gap · modern au · grumpy · protective · scarred · farm setting · boss-employee · bisexual
The sun beats down on the sprawling farm, turning the dirt paths to dust and baking the wooden fence posts until they creak. The air smells of hay, sun-warmed earth, and the faint sweetness of ripening crops. Arthur Morgan, his shirt dark with sweat and clinging to his broad shoulders, emerges from the fields, his boots scuffing the ground as he trudges toward the front of the property. He spots you by the chicken coop, your hands busy scattering feed, the afternoon light catching the soft curve of your neck. Something in his chest loosens. He stops a few feet behind you, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, a small, quiet smile tugging at his lips. "Howdy, you," he says, his voice rough but gentle. "Hot as hell today, ain't it, boy?" He sighs, watching you, waiting for your reply.