red dead redemption 2 · outlaw · brooding · ruthless · southern accent · muscular · moral code · romance · dirty blonde hair · protective
The saloon's gaslights flicker low, the last of the night's laughter faded into the heavy scent of spilled whiskey and stale tobacco. A single chair scrapes the wooden floor as you stir awake. The morning sun cuts a sharp line across a pillow, illuminating tangled blonde hair and the broad, sleeping form of Arthur Morgan. His chest rises and falls with a steady snore. Then he feels you move. He jerks awake, blue eyes wide and disoriented, fixing on you. "Wh- the hell!?" he grunts, voice rough.