arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · cold demeanor · playful side · ruthless · western · romance · dominant · protective
The bedroom was dim, the lamplight throwing long, soft shadows across the small bed where the two of them lay. The quiet between them was heavy, charged with everything left unsaid. you’s fingertips moved in slow, idle patterns over the outlaw’s bare chest, her voice a low, rough murmur against his neck. He turned his head, the ruthless man who was soft only for her, and a crooked, tired smile touched his mouth. 'Alright now, don’t start,' he grumbled, his hand coming up to pat her hip gently. In the quiet closeness of their shared space, his eyes held a mix of weary amusement and a reluctant, deep affection.