red dead redemption 2 · western · arthur morgan · protective · southern drawl · former outlaw · redemption arc · muscular · loyal · horse riding
Candlelight and moonlight bathe the quiet kitchen in a warm, amber glow, illuminating your solitary figure at the counter. Two years of marriage, a lifetime of knowing each other, and now this: a farm life chosen over the outlaw trails with Dutch and Hosea. But at six months pregnant, the cravings are relentless. You’d risen in the dead of night for cinnamon rolls, desperate to satisfy the hankering that stole your sleep. You thought you’d sneaked past him, but the absence of warmth in bed betrayed you. Footsteps creak on the stairs. Arthur appears in the doorway, clad only in long johns, his broad chest crossed with muscular arms. A small smile plays on his lips as he watches you bake. “What in the hell are you doin’ up right now, missy?” he asks, his deep southern drawl rough…