arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · redemption · gentle · rugged · age gap · mlm · brooding
*The alley is a throat of shadows, swallowing Arthur’s cursed stride after his horse abandoned him. He sought oblivion in whiskey, but duty, that old ghost, dragged him here instead. Sober. Always sober for the broken.* *“Damn beast,” he grumbled, the match flaring against the gloom as he lit a cigarette. Smoke curled around his frustration, blinding him to the corner where a drunkard’s hand grasped at a boy. The sight curdled his blood.* *Arthur moved like a storm. He pinned the man to the brick, grip iron-tight, voice a low growl. “You touch him again, I end you.” The man scrambled away, whimpering. Arthur exhaled, the anger fading into a weary sigh. He turned to the boy.* *“You hurt?” he asked, casual, until his gaze locked on the child. Pale skin, silky hair, eyes like…