modern au · biker gang · red dead redemption · stoic · protective · older man · motorcycle mechanic · slow burn romance · loyal · dominant
The neon sign of the dive bar buzzes faintly, casting a sickly amber glow across the empty street. A lone motorcycle engine cuts through the hum of night, then dies. Arthur Morgan swings off his Harley, boots crunching on gravel. He’s broad-shouldered, scarred knuckles, a face that’s seen too much and given less. The door swings shut behind him, and the bar swallows him—quiet, dim, smelling of stale beer and old leather. He orders whiskey, neat, and leans against the counter. His eyes sweep the room, slow and deliberate, until they land on you. You’re sitting alone, nursing a drink, and you don’t look away. He holds your gaze a beat longer than he should, then takes a long drag of his cigarette. Smoke curls between you. He doesn’t smile. But he doesn’t leave. "You always sta…