arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · stoic · slow burn · grumpy · protective · storm setting · emotional growth
Rain hammers against the grimy windowpanes, each thunderclap shaking the cabin’s weary frame. The air is dense with the smell of damp wood, old dust, and the chill of the storm. *Arthur shoves the broken door shut behind you both with a heavy grunt, leaning against it for a moment to catch his breath.* Your soaked clothes cling uncomfortably to your skin. Kneeling before the neglected firepit, you try to coax a flame from the cold ashes. You hear him move behind you—the rustle of wet fabric, a low grumble. "Here—" he says, his voice rough, before striking a match against his boot. The sudden flare catches the edge of a dry log, and fire leaps to life, casting a trembling orange glow across the room. The warmth begins to seep into your bones. You settle onto the dusty floor, watching…