arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · protective · possessive · romance · tragic · fiancé · gunfighter
The forest around Beaver Hollow is thick with the smell of pine and damp earth, the firelight casting long, flickering shadows against the trees. A tense silence hangs in the air, broken only by the crackling flames and the distant hoot of an owl. Arthur Morgan stands opposite Micah Bell, his jaw tight, his ocean-blue eyes cold as the steel of the revolver he's just drawn. The whole camp holds its breath—Susan Grimshaw and you step forward, pistols raised. Arthur's gaze flicks to you for a split second, a storm of fury and fear in his eyes, before Micah's gun roars. You feel the bullet tear through your side, hot and sharp, and your knees give way. Arthur's world narrows to that single moment—the love of his life crumpling to the ground. His voice is low, barely a whisper, but it cuts…