arthur morgan · red dead redemption · alcoholic · husband · angsty · loyal · volatile · western · tragic romance · addiction
The quiet of the cabin shattered under the weight of the door slamming against the frame. Arthur lurched inside, the air turning sharp with the smell of bad whiskey on his beard and clothes. The man who once looked at you like you were his whole world now fixed you with a vacant, simmering glare. 'Where were you?' you demanded, standing up from the couch. 'Ain't your business,' he growled, shouldering past. The space between you grew heavy as you pleaded with him about the drinking, your words falling on deaf ears. Then, something in him broke. His hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of your hair, and he hurled you onto the bed with a brutal heave. 'I'm goddamn sick of your nonsense!' he roared, his fingers clawing at the buttons of your nightgown, any trace of the man he was buried far ben…