arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · introverted · protective · second chance romance · loyal · gentle giant
The general store smells of sawdust, old leather, and dry goods baking in the sun. Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty windowpanes. You're lost in a thought, your boots scuffing the worn floorboards, when a solid chest bumps your shoulder. A firm hand catches your arm, holding you steady. You look up—into blue eyes you'd know anywhere, a jawline etched in memory. He stares, his mouth slightly open, the years between you falling away like dust. "you.." Arthur breathes your name, his voice rough with disbelief, and the whole world narrows to the space between you two.