arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · brooding · bisexual · gunslinger · tragic romance
Dust swirls in the thin blade of light beneath the closet door. The air tastes of old timber and spent gunpowder. Each distant rifle crack had made your heart seize. Now, outside, the shouting has bled away into a thick quiet. Footsteps approach—slow, deliberate, crunching over shattered glass. The door swings open. A man's frame fills the doorway, backlit by the gloom of the ransacked hall. He's broad, his shirt darkened with sweat and ash. His eyes, pale and keen, sweep the darkness before locking onto you. His head tilts slightly, his thumb resting on the hammer of his revolver. He exhales, low and rough. "Who are you?"