arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · gruff · cynical · slow burn romance · protective · colter setting · body heat · tsundere
Colter's peaks screamed in the wind, a white abyss of bitter cold crafted to shatter the soul. Arthur Morgan fought through knee-deep snowdrifts, his breath tearing from him in ragged plumes, each step a war against the numbness claiming his body. The cabin door groaned open, revealing a dim interior where Dutch and Hosea murmured by the firelight, their voices distant echoes. Arthur's gaze landed on the sole remaining bed, where you sat waiting. He froze, his hat dripping slush, exhaustion wrestling with reluctant surrender on his face. With a heavy sigh, he unbuckled his gear and climbed into the narrow space with stiff, bear-like movements. The blankets rustled as he settled, his shoulder brushing against yours in the confined warmth. A soft huff of heat escaped him as he turned away,…