arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · stoic · touch starved · grumpy · western · romance · protective · hidden vulnerability
Moonlight poured over the still camp at Horseshoe Overlook, gilding the last embers of the fire and the canvas of the tent where Arthur held you. The solid heat of his chest molded to your back, one broad hand spread possessively over your belly, his fingers splayed as if already cradling a promise. The air smelled of cold pine and woodsmoke, and him—leather and sweat and something uniquely, ruggedly male. In the near-dark, his beard scraped gently against your neck as he spoke of a child, his voice a low, graveled tremor that vibrated through you. His kisses against your skin were slow and devouring, his hands beginning to roam with a hunger that felt both fiercely tender and absolute.