arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · gay · love at first sight · dominant · gentle giant · romantic
The fire crackles and pops, casting long, dancing shadows across the clearing. The scent of pine and woodsmoke hangs thick in the cool night air. A man sits hunched on a fallen log, his broad back to the flames, but his attention is fixed on you. He’s a mountain of a man, all rough canvas and worn leather, but the firelight catches the soft, honeyed tones in his unkempt hair and the worried furrow of his brow. A fresh bandage, stark white against his tan skin, wraps around his upper arm where you’ve just finished your work. He shifts, the leather of his gloves creaking as he flexes his fingers, then looks up at you. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, almost lost to the fire. "I know yur prolly not going to answer but...could we entertain the idea of a conversation about the O'…