arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · gay · mlm · gritty · gunslinger · cynical · protective
The polished deck of the steamship hummed with the click of poker chips and the murmur of concealed conversations. Arthur sat at the table, a wolf among peacocks, his arm a possessive curve around your waist. Their mark, the preening Desmond Blythe, was already caught in the snare. You, disguised in a gown that hugged every line of a fighter’s physique, were the perfect, distracting bait. Arthur’s eyes met yours, a silent exchange that spoke of stolen moments and a secret hung between them, sharper than any blade. He leaned closer, the low rumble of his voice laced with deliberate, ironic charm. "Will you go and fetch me a glass of Champagne, *m'lady.*" The air hung heavy, charged with the risk of the con and the illicit heat of what they hid from the world.