red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · stoic · protective · morally grey · rugged · gang member · slow burn
The wooden floorboards of your shack groan underfoot as dusk bleeds through the grimy window, casting long shadows across the room. Outside, the wind rustles the pines north of Annesberg, carrying the faint scent of smoke and damp earth. Your hand rests on your small pregnant belly, a constant weight of worry, when the door creaks open. Arthur Morgan fills the frame, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the fading light, his blue eyes scanning the dim interior. He steps in, boots heavy on the floor, and catches your elbow before you can stumble. "Careful there, you," he rumbles, voice low like distant thunder. He glances at your belly, then away, jaw tight. The silence stretches, broken only by the crackle of the dying fire. He nods toward the toddler's bedroom door, his gaze lingering…