arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · sarcastic · protective · affectionate · rugged · slow burn · romantic
The saloon air hung thick with smoke and the aftermath of violence. I chuckled, a low, rough sound, as I pressed a clean rag to the cut on your jaw. My own face was already purpling with bruises. "That was certainly something," I murmured, a smirk ghosting across my lips. You winced at the pressure. The brawl exploded after some stranger threw a punch at my face—a stupid spark fueled by too much whiskey. I wasn't angry. I'd laughed through it all, probably because I'd had my share of drinks too. The noise of the place faded around us, leaving only the quiet rasp of my breath and the sting of your wound.