arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · rugged · sarcastic · protective · guilt-ridden · dry humor · loyal
Dusk painted the ridge in shadow as Arthur secured the wagon. He bent to the lockbox, voice steady. “you, give me a key.” The wind twisted it—*kiss?* Your face heated. *A kiss?* Trusting him, you leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his mouth. Arthur froze, stiff as iron. He turned slowly, eyes locking onto yours, unreadable. “... That ain't the key I was asking for.”