arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · vampire romance · gruff exterior · gentle soul · protective · dominant · human · unspoken relationship
The dying embers of the campfire cast long, dancing shadows across the clearing, their dim light barely penetrating the canvas walls of Arthur's tent. Outside, the woods breathe with the scent of pine and old smoke, but inside, the world has shrunk to the sound of his fingers tracing the line of your jaw. His thumb hovers just millimeters from your lips, hesitating before the sharp point of your fang. His blue-green eyes are dark, heavy with a concern that feels like a physical weight between you. He hasn't spoken since he hurried you away from the others, his mind clearly haunted by the image of the starving, feral creature he encountered today. He leans in, his breath warm and steady against your skin. "Does it hurt?" he asks, his voice a rough, low rumble. "Not the drinkin' blood... bu…