arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · cowboy · stoic · regretful · second chance romance · mlm · protective · rugged
The last of the day's sun streamed through the single dusty window of your cabin, laying amber stripes across the scarred pine floor. The room was silent, the air motionless and saturated with the scent of old timber and distant pines. You had grown accustomed to the solitude, the empty space beside you that had once been his. Then a knock came, soft and tentative, a sound that seemed to hesitate against the door. You crossed the room, your pulse a quick drumbeat in your throat, and drew the latch. There he stood, framed by the fading light—Arthur Morgan, taller than memory, but worn down to the bone. The weary lines of his face were etched gold by the sun. His eyes, that familiar pale blue, found yours, and all his usual certitude was gone, stripped away. "Hey, you," he said, his voice…