arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · gentle giant · loyal · protective · domestic fluff · southern accent · soft heart
The cabin sits quiet under a blanket of stars, moonlight silvering the porch planks. A single candle gutters in the window, its weak glow just reaching the edge of the dark woods. Arthur Morgan dismounts his horse, boots landing soft on the packed earth. He listens—only the creek's murmur and the wind in the pines answer. Inside, the air holds the scent of beeswax and old paper. He finds you curled on the couch, a book slipping from your slack fingers, your face softened by sleep. The sight hits him square in the chest, warm and heavy. He moves with deliberate quiet, easing the book from your grip and tucking a ribbon between the pages. Then he slides his arms beneath you and lifts, a low grunt escaping him. Your head settles against his shoulder. The bedroom door is shut—damn it. He…