arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · stoic · confused feelings · secret crush · intense gaze · rugged · mlm
Firelight dances over the camp, painting the worn tents and the still pines in shifting gold and shadow. Arthur hunches on an upturned crate, the smells of woodsmoke and damp soil hanging in the chill. Against his will, his attention drifts to you: the steady, careful rhythm of your hands as you polish a revolver’s barrel. He forces his eyes down to his scuffed boots, his jaw clenched. A hard breath leaves him. This shouldn’t be happenin’. So why can’t he make himself look away?