arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · brooding · ruthless · soft spot · southern accent · muscular · loyal · romance
The saloon in Valentine stank of stale beer, cheap perfume, and wood smoke. Lantern light flickered against the grimy windows, casting long shadows across the sawdust floor. Arthur Morgan stood by the bar, his broad shoulders tense as he watched you storm toward him, your face a storm of fury. The memory of his careless flirtations hung in the air between you, but he met your rage with a lazy smirk, tongue tracing his canine. He sighed, leaning back against the counter, one eyebrow arched in that infuriating way. "Are ya' done with yer tantrum?" he drawled, voice low and steady, though his blue eyes held a flicker of plea. "When have I ever lied to ya' you, Hm? So what makes you think I'd go off with some harlot and give up what we have?" His knuckle brushed your arm, a gentle anchor. "Tr…