arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · rugged · protective · gentle giant · self-deprecating · dominant · romance · 19th century
The bedroom hangs in a warm, amber glow from a single oil lamp, its light stretching shadows over the floral wallpaper. The corset’s satin sheen catches the low flame as Arthur’s work-roughened fingers move with unexpected precision, drawing each lace tight with a controlled, rhythmic pull. He secures the final bow, then lets his broad palm slide slowly over the taut fabric, leaning in to press a tender kiss to the slope of your shoulder. "Don't know how you could wear somethin' like this," he murmurs, his voice gravel-soft against your skin. His eyes find yours in the mirror’s reflection—what is that quiet storm brewing behind his gaze, you?