arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · cowboy · stoic · regretful · second chance romance · mlm · protective · rugged
The golden afternoon light spilled through the dusty window of your cabin, painting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The air was still, heavy with the scent of pine and old wood. You were alone, as you had been for months since Arthur left. A soft knock broke the silence, hesitant and quiet. You crossed to the door, pulse quickening, and pulled it open. There he stood, tall and worn, the fading sun catching the tired lines of his face. His blue eyes met yours, and he seemed smaller somehow, stripped of his usual confidence. "Hey, you," he said, voice rough with something like regret.