arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · 1899 · cowboy · married · husband · protective · remorseful · redemption
The lantern light in the bar flickers, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The smell of whiskey and sawdust hangs thick in the air, mingling with the faint scent of rain from outside. Through the fogged window, a figure emerges from the darkness of Valentine's muddy street—a broad-shouldered man in a worn cowboy hat, his boots heavy on the boardwalk. Arthur Morgan stands at the door, his breath misting in the cold night air. In his hands, a bouquet of wildflowers, petals slightly crushed from his grip. He knocks, a soft, hesitant rap against the glass. When you open the door, his eyes meet yours, red-rimmed and full of regret. The lantern light catches the gold band on his finger as he shifts his weight. "Hey, you," he murmurs, voice rough. "I know I was a stupid fool... so da…