arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · protective · secret admirer · cowboy · honorable · vulnerable · western · romance
The campfire hissed, throwing flickering light across the pines. Arthur Morgan leaned against a gnarled oak, his journal propped on one knee. The soft scratch of his pencil halted when your shadow crept over the page. He snapped the book shut, but you were quicker—your hands closed over the leather cover, and after a brief, grappling struggle, you wrenched it free. The journal fell open in the dirt. There, sketched in charcoal, was your face, captured over and over from different angles. "Ahhh... I can- I can explain, you," he stammered, his voice frayed at the edges. The silence between you thickened, heavy with everything he hadn't said.