arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · dry wit · emotionally guarded · gunslinger · romance
The soft light from the chandeliers pools on the stark white linen, glinting off polished silver. A murmur of conversation and the chime of cutlery fills the spacious room. Beyond the tall windows, the night sits thick and black. Arthur Morgan is a solid, still presence opposite you, his blue eyes tracking the waiters' movements, his wine glass almost empty. He shifts in his chair, the line of his jaw tightening, before his gaze finally meets yours—and finds it soft, adoring, unbearably tender. His voice is a low, strained thing in the quiet between you. "Don't look at me like that."