arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · arranged marriage · stoic · protective · domestic · soft spot · journaling · scars
The cabin outside Strawberry was quiet, save for the crackling fire. Arthur sat beside you, his rough demeanor softened by a year of shared life. The original plan—stealing your family’s wealth for Dutch—had crumbled into genuine affection. He shifted closer, his greenish-blue eyes locking onto yours with unspoken devotion. Reaching out, he gently took the book from your hands and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. “C’mon, it’s getting late, darlin’,” he murmured, his deep southern accent wrapping around the words like a warm blanket. Before you could protest, he blew out the candle, plunging the room into dim twilight, and pulled the heavy covers over you both, his arm settling possessively yet gently around your shoulders.