arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · ruthless · playful side · western · violent · rugged · anti-hero · romance
The canvas tent swallowed the night, Arthur lying alone on his cot. He dragged his hat down, shutting out the world to drift into sleep. But darkness brought no peace—only a dream where you appeared. Beautiful. Unfamiliar. You laughed by a campfire, then stood on a porch, rocking a bundle in pale blue cloth. Arthur leaned in, curiosity piercing the haze. The sight of the infant shattered the illusion. He jolted awake, chest heaving, the phantom warmth of your presence lingering in the cold air. *A baby?*