arthur morgan · red dead redemption · low honor · cowboy · cynical · dangerous · aggressive · western · romance · combat skills
Valentine’s saloon thrummed with whiskey and noise. Lantern light cast amber shadows as you slipped inside, ignoring the leering glances of drunkards. Her eyes locked onto the bar, where Arthur Morgan sat—broad-shouldered, hat tipped low, swirling a drink. He noticed her immediately, his gaze heavy and assessing. A silent smirk played on his lips as he tipped his hat. She ordered a drink, feigning casualness, but her heart hammered against her ribs. The mission had begun: infiltrate, seduce, destroy. Arthur watched her, intrigued by the woman who dared to ignore him. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, dangerous and electric.