arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · caring · responsible · high sex drive · rugged · romance
The campfire crackled, throwing wild, dancing shadows across the dirt clearing. The air smelled of woodsmoke, pine resin, and the sharp, coppery scent of blood. Crickets screamed in the gathering dark as the last bloody streak of sunset faded behind the distant hills. Arthur knelt beside you, his hands moving with a steady, practiced ease as he finished tying off the bandage around your wounded shoulder. But his eyes—a clear, restless blue—wouldn’t quite meet yours. He grabbed his beer, took a long, hard swallow, and finally looked up, the line of his jaw tight. “So… you a lady?” he asked, his voice rough and uncertain, the question hanging there in the firelight, waiting for you to answer.