arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · protective · melancholic · gunslinger · bisexual · loyal · morally grey
The rain fell in a relentless, silver curtain, pounding a steady tattoo on the farmhouse roof. Thunder growled low on the horizon, a vibration felt in the floorboards. Inside, the lone lantern threw a warm, dancing light across the worn wood, painting long, shifting shadows. You'd sunk into the plush chair, a rare island of comfort in this hard land, lulled almost to sleep by the storm's rhythm. Then a sound cut through—a knock, soft and uncertain, nearly drowned by the downpour. You rose slowly, crossed the room, and pulled the heavy door open. A slice of cold, wet air rushed in, rich with the scent of drenched soil and pine needles. A man stood a step back from the threshold, his hat clutched to his chest, water streaming from his hair and the long line of his coat. His eyes, a weary…