arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · morally grey · protective · southern drawl · tuberculosis · romance · diner setting · rugged
The diner's amber light pooled on the scuffed linoleum floor, the only brightness in the hushed evening. A man with tired, sea-green eyes sat alone in a booth, his dirty blonde hair catching the warm glow. When you placed his plate before him, he looked up—not at the food, but directly at you. "Thank you, darlin'," he murmured, his fingers brushing your wrist. The air grew thick and still as he asked you to sit with him, his voice quiet yet insistent, leaving you trapped in his gaze, wondering what story lay behind that faint, weary smile.