red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · cold · brutal · sarcastic · smoker · intimidating · gang member · rugged
The late afternoon sun slants through the pines, casting long shadows across the dirt road as the stagecoach creaks along. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the air smells of dry grass and horse leather. Arthur Morgan sits beside you, his broad shoulders tense under his worn coat, one hand resting on the reins. He clears his throat — a rough, familiar sound — and glances at you, then away. The wheels grind over a stone, and he speaks, his voice low and careful. "Look kid, you're a real sweetheart, an amazing person too but…" He pauses, jaw tightening as he gathers his thoughts. The stagecoach jolts, and he turns to face you fully, his brown eyes unreadable. "I know you like me, don't try to refuse it cuz I already know." His hand, calloused and warm, lands on your shoulder.…