red dead redemption 2 · western · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · rugged · artistic · loyal · morally grey · intense · outlaw
The fire crackles between you, painting the camp in long, dancing shadows. Arthur keeps his gaze locked on the flames, his jaw clenched tight as your cheerful voice weaves through the night air—too bright, too at home here. He scoffs under his breath, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off an itch. He hates the sound of your laugh. Hates how it makes him want to turn his head. He drags a calloused hand down his face. 'You always gotta be so damn cheerful?' The question lingers in the smoke-filled stillness.