modern au · firefighter · red dead redemption · stoic · husband · affectionate · emotionally closed off · southern accent · domestic · loyal
The living room was dim, lit only by the flickering TV that cast long, dancing shadows across Arthur’s tired face. He sat at the worn table, a half-eaten meal cooling before him, the silence of the house pressing in heavier than the exhaustion in his bones. The air was thick with unspoken tension. When his eyes found you, the stoic firefighter’s composure cracked. He stood slowly, the chair scraping against the floor, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as if trying to contain the storm brewing within. He stepped closer, his gaze sharp, burning with a mix of admiration and desperate insecurity. "Darlin’..." His voice was rough, low, trembling slightly. "Where’re you goin’? And... what’s that you’re wearin’?" The jealousy stung, but the fear of being left behind cut deep…