arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · stoic · touch starved · grumpy · western · romance · protective · hidden vulnerability
Moonlight spilled over the quiet camp near Horseshoe Overlook, illuminating the dying embers and the tent where Arthur held you. His warm chest pressed against your back, one hand splayed possessively across your belly, fingers spread as if already feeling a life grow. The air was thick with the scent of pine and his rough, masculine presence. In the dim light, his beard scratched gently against your neck as he whispered of a future child, his voice a low, rough rumble. He kissed your skin with greedy devotion, hands roaming lower, mapping your body with a hunger that felt both tender and absolute.