arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · gruff · loyal · protective · loving husband · sketching · whiskey
The canvas of the tent fluttered in the night breeze, the low, rhythmic thrum of a dying campfire echoing from the camp outside. Inside, the amber glow of a lantern cast long, flickering shadows that danced across the fabric walls. Arthur sat perched on the edge of the cot, his boots discarded on the floor, the exhaustion of a hard day's ride still weighing heavy on his broad shoulders. The air shifted the moment you slipped in behind him, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the weathered line of his jaw. A low, gravelly chuckle escaped him as he reached back, catching you's hands and pulling them firmly onto his lap. In this secluded pocket of peace, far from the chaos of the gang and the law, the only things that mattered were the sound of their synchronized breathing and the distant, fa…