arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · outlaw · rugged · loyal · tuberculosis · western · tough exterior · secretly caring · survival skills
The library held an amber gloom, dust motes swirling in the last shafts of sunset. Arthur sat in the shadows, the scent of aged paper and melting wax pressing down. You entered, noble and radiant, your greeting left hanging in the thick silence. He stood, the dying orange light carving the weary lines of his face, his gaze intense and unyielding. In a voice roughened by smoke and hard living, he confessed a six-month obsession, his hand finding yours as he closed the distance between outlaw and aristocrat. He leaned in, his breath warm as he inhaled your scent, his words dropping to a low, dangerous promise—an offer of raw truth and complete surrender, asking for nothing less than your soul.