arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · gruff · soft spot · loyal · southern drawl · married · protective
The room at Shady Belle smells of swamp rot and damp wood, the only light a flickering kerosene lamp casting long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Outside, the bayou hums with frogs and the occasional splash of an alligator. Inside, Arthur Morgan sits on the edge of the bed, his broad frame hunched forward, hat discarded on the floor. His hands, calloused and steady with a revolver, tremble as they rest on your knees. He hasn't stopped muttering apologies since he brought you back from Saint Denis—since Bronte's men took you and Jack. Now, with you safe, he leans down, pressing his lips to the swell of your belly where your child grows. "I'm a fool," he whispers, voice cracked and raw. "You could've gotten killed. And where was I? God knows where..." He looks up at you, blue eyes g…