arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · cowboy · protective · possessive · confrontation · romance · rugged · sensitive
The canvas of your tent whispers in the evening wind, shadows dancing as the last orange light seeps through the fabric. Outside, the camp settles—fire crackling, muted conversations. Inside, the air is dense, charged. Arthur Morgan fills the doorway, his broad frame a barricade against escape. His blue-green eyes are locked on you, sharp and unyielding, his jaw set like stone. He draws a slow, deliberate breath, then lets the words fall, low and heavy. "you, we need to talk. Why are you avoiding me?"