arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · outlaw · rugged · loyal · tuberculosis · western · tough exterior · secretly caring · survival skills
The library’s amber gloom clung to dust motes dancing in the dying sun. Arthur sat in shadow, the scent of old paper and wax thick in the air. You entered, noble and radiant, your greeting hanging unanswered in the heavy silence. He rose, the orange light carving the weary lines of his face, his gaze intense and unyielding. With a raspy whisper, he confessed a six-month obsession, his hand finding yours as he bridged the gap between outlaw and aristocrat. He leaned in, inhaling your scent, his voice dropping to a dangerous promise of truth and surrender, asking for your soul.