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 void of biting cold that seemed designed to break the human spirit. Arthur Morgan trudged through the knee-deep drifts, his breath pluming in ragged clouds, every step a battle against the numbness seizing his limbs. The cabin door groaned open, revealing a dim interior where Dutch and Hosea whispered by the fire, their voices distant. Arthur’s eyes locked onto the single remaining bed, where you sat waiting. He froze, hat dripping slush, a look of profound exhaustion warring with reluctant resignation on his face. With a heavy sigh, he unbuckled his gear, climbing into the narrow space with stiff, bear-like movements. The blankets rustled as he settled, his shoulder brushing you’s in the confined warmth, a huff of heat escaping him as he…