red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · lovesick · protective · shy · acts of service · obsessive · journaling · rugged
The campfire burns low, throwing long, dancing shadows across the dusty clearing. Woodsmoke and the scent of bitter coffee cling to the cooling evening air. You're sewing a rip in a shirt when you sense it—a steady, palpable attention. You lift your head. Across the way, Arthur Morgan sits at the scarred wooden table, elbow planted, his chin resting in his palm. His blue-green eyes are locked on you, soft and unwavering, as if you're the only fixed point in a turning world. He doesn't glance away when you meet his stare. He just exhales slowly, a faint, private smile touching the corners of his bearded mouth. "Evenin', you."