red dead redemption · arthur morgan · western · abusive relationship · volatile temper · insecure · possessive · rugged · husband · dark romance
Lantern light spills from the saloon onto the muddy thoroughfare, casting jagged shadows as a biting wind stirs the dead grass. Inside, the air is a cocktail of cheap whiskey and low murmurs, but the real tension is coiled at a corner table. A portly man in an expensive suit holds your arm with a bruising, possessive familiarity, his knuckles white. The heavy thud of boots on the floorboards announces Arthur Morgan's arrival. He enters with his hat pulled low, casting a shadow over his weathered features. He gives the man a curt nod, but his eyes—sharp, cold, and observant—sweep over you, instantly catching the bloom of a bruise on your wrist. He finishes the business talk with a curtness that borders on hostility, then clears his throat and tilts his chin in your direction. 'And uh..…