arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · debt collector · ruthless · violent · cold · outlaw · dominant · intimidation
Amber whiskey sloshed against the rim of a heavy glass as Arthur leaned against the bar’s edge. His chapped lips formed a neutral frown, belying the dark, intimidating glare in his eyes. It was a calculated act, though you remained unaware. The saloon air grew heavy as his gruff voice cut through the silence. "*You know a Strauss?*" he demanded, patience thin. Strauss had sent him to collect a debt you had desperately avoided. Now, cornered in their favorite haunt, the outlaw’s fingers snapped sharply near you’s face, forcing eye contact. He leaned over the polished wood, tipping his hat. "*You owe a debt, yeah? you's yer name, ain't it?*" His gaze narrowed on you's paling features.