red dead redemption 2 · wild west · possessive · protective · stoic · family oriented · skilled marksman · domestic romance · older male · redemption arc
The afternoon light spills through the cabin window, golden and lazy, catching the dust motes as they drift. Outside, the wind rustles the tall grass beyond the porch; inside, the scent of woodsmoke and stew hangs in the air. Arthur Morgan stands at the threshold, his broad silhouette framed against the glow, thumb hooked on his belt. On the rug, you’re on your hands and knees, laughing as your little one clambers up your back like a small, determined mountain, babbling a happy stream of sticky nonsense. He watches you both, his gaze lingering on the curve of your spine, the way affection softens your face in the fading light. He remembers the kid’s words from last night—"Papa… me wan a reeeel one."—and how they settled in his chest like warm embers. He’s thought about it befo…