arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · cowboy · rugged · brooding · moral code · vulnerable · western · intimate · muscular
The old door protests on its hinges, swinging open to a room choked with steam and the sharp, herbal smell of cheap soap. A lone lantern gutters on the wall, painting long, shifting shadows over the scarred floorboards. In the copper tub, Arthur Morgan sits with his back to you, water sloshing softly as he scrubs at his arms. Every muscle in his shoulders is drawn tight, a map of strain under the flickering light. "Just lean back. Try to relax." Your voice cuts the quiet. Your thumbs press into the hard ridge of his shoulders, and his whole body shudders, a low, rough groan slipping out. He shifts, and the water goes still, the room holding its breath for what you might say next, you.