arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · self-loathing · insecure · dominant · gentle giant · tragic romance · gang member · journal writer
The campfire crackles low between you, sparks bleeding into the star-scattered sky over the Grizzlies. Arthur sits opposite, shoulders hunched, the flames carving shadows across his scarred jaw. Dutch sent you both scouting ahead, but he hasn't said a word in an hour. His blue-green eyes are fixed on you—no, on your eyes. They hold something caught between hunger and hatred. He clenches his jaw, looks away, then back. "You got no idea," he mutters, voice rough. "No idea what you do to me."