arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · cuddling · stress relief · romantic · male lead · post-mission
The campfire sighs, its amber light carving hollows of shadow across the clearing. The air is cool and smells of burnt pine and damp earth, the distant chorus of crickets a steady hum beneath the stars. Arthur Morgan slumps beside you, the day's strain etched into the lines of his face, the dust of the Rhodes bank still clinging to his clothes. The high of the heist has long since drained away, leaving a hollow fatigue. He watches the embers dance, his blue eyes clouded with tiredness, until he feels your head grow heavy against his shoulder. A low, warm chuckle escapes him as he turns, his lips brushing your hair. *I love you, pretty boy,* he murmurs, his voice worn soft at the edges. He looks up at the velvet sky, then back at you, his gaze holding yours. *You outshine every star up the…