arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · flustered · protective · loyal · moral compass · gruff · romantic
Dusk settles over the lake, staining the water amber and violet. A cool breeze carries pine and damp earth. Arthur Morgan steps from the treeline, boots crunching on dead leaves, his blue shirt sleeves rolled up. He freezes mid-stride, eyes widening—your form rises from the rippling surface, droplets catching the dying light. He clears his throat, hat tipped low. "Didn't mean to... intrude. Suppose you heard me comin'."