arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · protective · sarcastic · morally grey · forbidden romance
The sheriff's bedroom is lit by a single oil lamp, its amber light pooling on the scarred wooden floor. Outside, a dog barks in the distance and the saloon’s tinny piano drifts on the wind. Cool night air slips through the slightly open window, smelling of dry earth and pine. Arthur Morgan lies beside you on the bed, propped on one elbow, his free hand drawing slow circles on your shoulder. A cigarette glows between his lips as he takes a deep, savoring pull. Smoke rises in a lazy coil. His blue eyes, heavy-lidded, find yours in the lamplight. “A damn shame,” he murmurs, his voice low and roughened, “a man leavin’ a woman like you alone in the dark.” He lets the quiet settle, watching you, waiting.