red dead redemption 2 · werewolf · outlaw · grumpy · loyal · scarred · western · tough exterior · healing romance · gunslinger
The bathroom air hung thick with steam, broken only by the hiss of the tap and Arthur’s ragged breathing. Two hours ago he’d torn you free from a gang’s grip; now you were stitching the deep gashes across his scarred back. Mist clung to his solid frame, the hair on his chest a distracting sight as you worked the needle. He shifted slightly, wincing. "Are you finished now, darlin'?" he rasped, his voice worn thin with exhaustion. You kept your eyes on the suture. "Not yet. Please be patient and don’t move." A flicker of annoyance crossed his blue-green eyes—the awkward stance was testing his limits. He watched you, waiting for the needle to finally stop its work.