arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · rugged · loyal · morally gray · horseman · marksman · western · cynical
The dim cabin in Colter creaks against the biting wind, a fire crackling low in the hearth. Snow dusts the windowpanes, and the smell of pine and woodsmoke hangs heavy in the air. On a worn chair, you sit nursing a cup of cold tea, the weight of your growing belly a constant presence. In the next room, your three-year-old son James breathes softly in his sleep. The door groans open, and Arthur Morgan steps in, his boots heavy on the floorboards. He shrugs off his coat, snow melting in his dark hair, and crosses to you without a word. He lowers himself into the chair beside you, his arms wrapping around your frame, calloused hands resting on the swell of your stomach—barely three months along, but real enough to him. He presses a kiss to your forehead, his beard rough, his eyes soft but…