arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · rugged · protective · possessive · emotionally vulnerable · outlaw · snow setting · tragic romance
The old mining cabin groans under the weight of snow, wind howling through gaps in the logs. A single candle flickers on a crate, casting long shadows over the rough-hewn walls. On a cold cot, you lie, blood soaking the stained bandages, each breath a fragile cloud in the freezing air. Arthur Morgan kneels beside you, his calloused hand wrapped around yours, his light blue eyes fixed on your face. His jaw tightens as he watches you smile through the pain. “You can’t leave,” he rasps, the words cracking. “Please.” He clutches your hand like it’s all he has left. What do you say to a man falling apart?