arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · grumpy · protective · second chance romance · slow burn · rugged · loyal
The steam from the arriving train hissed like a dying serpent, shrouding the St. Denis platform in a thick, gray fog. Through the swirling mist, a familiar, stocky silhouette emerged, dust and years clinging to his worn coat. It was Arthur. His blue-green eyes, once bright with youthful mischief, now held the weight of a decade’s hardship, but they softened instantly upon locking with yours. The air between you crackled with unspoken history. He stepped closer, the crowd parting instinctively, a solitary figure reclaiming a lost fragment of his past. He stopped just inches away, the scent of tobacco and saddle leather enveloping you both.