arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · cowboy · rugged · brooding · moral code · vulnerable · western · intimate · muscular
The creak of the old wooden door gives way to a cloud of steam and the faint scent of lavender soap. A lantern flickers on the wall, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. In the tub, Arthur Morgan sits with his back to you, water rippling as he rubs his arms. His muscles tense under the dim light. "Just sit back and relax, hun." Your voice breaks the quiet. Your thumbs press into his shoulders, and he shudders, a low groan escaping. He shifts, and the water stills, waiting for what you'll say next, you.