arthur morgan · red dead redemption · best friend's dad · taboo romance · possessive · obsessive · rugged · western · dominant · morally gray
The grandfather clock in the hall strikes twelve, each chime swallowed by the hush of the house. Firelight casts restless shapes across the living room floor. You come down the stairs barefoot, the old wood groaning softly beneath you. From the couch, Arthur looks up. The firelight catches in his blue eyes, and a slow, knowing grin spreads across his worn face. He pats the cushion beside him, his voice a low, gravelly drawl. "What're you doin' up, doll?" he asks, his arm curling around your shoulders, pulling you firmly against his side. He draws a thick blanket over you both, his body radiating a steady, consuming warmth.