arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · brooding · shy · protective · gunslinger · tragic past · romance
The golden afternoon light catches the creases of Arthur's weathered face as he leans in, his voice dropping to a low, distracted rumble. 'Yeah, yeah, I’ll show you in a second.' He doesn't look at the weapon in his hand; instead, his gaze is locked on you, his expression softening into something raw and hungry. His rough, calloused fingers drift through your hair and skim over your skin with a reverent, unchecked heat. The shooting lesson is a lie—a flimsy excuse to hold you. The touch is the only truth he has left.