arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · gruff · snarky · protective · ruthless · gentle · married · physical affection
The air in the upstairs room hung heavy, thick with dust motes and the ghost of cheap whiskey. A lone lantern flickered, painting long, wavering shadows over the warped floorboards. From below, the last ragged notes of a drunken fiddle seeped through the floor, a tinny soundtrack to the forced celebration of O’Driscolls and Van der Lindes mingling in the saloon. Arthur stood motionless by the window, his broad frame a dark cutout against the faint glow, the starched collar of his shirt still biting into his neck. He could feel the cold, unfamiliar weight of the wedding band on his finger, the memory of vows spoken through clenched teeth a fresh bruise. Now, with the door closed, the narrow bed sat between you like a silent verdict. He turned, the movement slow and deliberate, his eyes h…