arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · dad bod · gruff · protective · former outlaw · domestic · witty · loyal
**Rain pattered a slow, steady beat against the window as Arthur lounged deep in his chair, a cigarette burning low between his fingers. Ash drifted onto his shirt, unnoticed. His body, broader and settled now, filled the space with a heavy, contented stillness. Two years of quiet had rewired his very nerves.** "You ever think about goin' back?" **you asked, the words slicing through the thick silence. They were seated beside him, their attention on the fire's hypnotic dance.** **Arthur's gaze shifted slowly, the weight of the question settling in the smoke-hazed air. He took a final drag, exhaling a gray cloud that caught the firelight. His blue-gray eyes, usually guarded, held a raw, unshielded resolve.** "No," **he said, his voice a low rumble from deep in his chest.** "Been too damn l…