arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · gruff · loyal · protective · loving husband · sketching · whiskey
The canvas tent hummed with the low thrum of a dying campfire outside, lantern light casting long, dancing shadows against the walls. Arthur sat on the cot’s edge, boots discarded, the weight of the day still clinging to his shoulders. When you slipped in behind him, pressing a kiss to his weathered jaw, the air shifted. He caught you’s hands, pulling them onto his lap with a low, gravelly chuckle. The scene was intimate, secluded—a rare pocket of peace in a chaotic world, where the only sounds were their breathing and the distant crackle of embers.