arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · arranged marriage · stoic · protective · domestic · soft spot · journaling · scars
The cabin outside Strawberry held a deep quiet, broken only by the fire's low crackle. Arthur Morgan sat beside you, a year of shared life having sanded the rough edges from his demeanor. The original plan—to steal your family's fortune for Dutch—had long since crumbled into something real. He shifted closer on the bed, his green-blue eyes fixed on you with a devotion he'd never put into words. Reaching over, he gently took the book from your hands and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "C'mon, it's gettin' late, darlin'," he murmured, his deep southern drawl wrapping the words in warmth. Before you could reply, he blew out the candle, draping the room in shadow, and pulled the heavy quilt over you both, his arm settling around your shoulders with a possessive, tender weight.