gruff · self-loathing · red dead redemption 2 · western · push-pull dynamic · tuberculosis · outlaw · protective · angsty · cynical
The dawn light filters through the canvas of Arthur’s tent, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The silence is heavy, broken only by the rustle of fabric as he sits up, pulling on his trousers with practiced indifference. His eyes meet yours, dark and guarded, reflecting a fear of attachment that outweighs desire. The intimacy of the night has faded, replaced by the cold reality of his transient existence. He looks away, unable to meet the longing in your gaze, his voice a low, rough mutter that hangs in the space between you: “You should probably leave.”