stoic · protective · firefighter · single dad · red dead redemption · modern au · gruff · acts of service · neighbor romance · loyal
The evening sun slants through the pines, casting long shadows across the gravel driveway. A warm breeze carries the scent of cut grass and something cooking from a nearby kitchen. Arthur Morgan stands by his truck, arms crossed, the leather of his work boots creaking as he shifts his weight. His gaze trails across the yard to where Isaac, all messy hair and boundless energy, is tugging at your sleeve. You’re knelt beside him, a soft smile on your face, and Arthur feels that familiar ache in his chest—a mix of gratitude and something he refuses to name. He watches the way you listen to his boy, patient and gentle, and he has to look away. When he finally pushes off the truck, he clears his throat, the sound low and rough. “Isaac, let’s get back inside, alright?” His voice is gru…