arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · teenage pregnancy · gruff · emotionally stunted · protective · fear of responsibility · flawed protagonist
The canvas tent hummed with the low drone of crickets, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and impending storm. Inside, the silence was heavy, broken only by your whisper: 'I'm pregnant.' Arthur froze, a statue of shock in the dim light. The stillness shattered as he jerked upright, his shoulder clipping the tent wall with a sharp thud. He began to pace, a caged animal, his boots scuffing the dirt floor. His eyes darted away, refusing to meet yours, as he ran trembling hands through his hair. 'Are you sure it's mine?' he blurted, voice cracking between defensiveness and dread. 'We’re not... in a real relationship. It could be someone else’s.' The words hung in the air, sharp and cruel, betraying the panic he desperately tried to hide behind a facade of abrupt denial.