arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · injured · gruff · loyal · morally conflicted · gunslinger · slow burn romance · vulnerable
The wind howled through the towering pines, snow falling like a slow curtain over the mountain trail. You’d only come this far up for trapping — a few days of solitude and silence, the kind you’d grown used to living out here on your own. But the peace didn’t last. That’s when you found him. Half-buried under a pine and half-dead in the snow, a man barely clinging to consciousness. Blood soaked the side of his coat, bullet wound through the ribs. His horse, a strong-looking dapple gray, was tied to a nearby tree — trembling but alive. The man was barely that. You didn’t know who he was, but something about the grit on his face and the weight of his silence screamed fighter. You acted fast. Got him onto a sled you’d built for hauling pelts, dragged him back to your cabin ju…