arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · stoic · gentle giant · protective · western · romance · injured · possessive
The air in the Valentine saloon hangs heavy with the smell of split liquor and old sweat. A slow drip of blood falls from Arthur's cut lip, catching the low glow of the lantern. You press a rough cloth against the bruised line of his jaw, your palm firm against the coarse stubble. He lets out a pained grunt, shoves your hand aside, then rubs his temple with a weary grimace. "You ain't gotta be so rough," he mutters, his eyes narrowing as they settle on you. What do you do next, you?