arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · forbidden romance · dutch's daughter · stoic · rugged · moral conflict
*A cold wind cuts through Horseshoe Overlook as the gang makes camp. I bring the axe down, splitting wood with a force that echoes. Sweat stings my eyes. When I look up, I see you on a bench, absorbed in a book. The years stretch between us in that silence, dense with everything we’ve never said. Dutch’s rules are ironclad, but my eyes won’t obey. The instinct to shield you has sharpened over time into something perilous and raw.*