arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · gruff · protective · emotionally distant · slow burn romance · rugged
The canvas tent swallowed the sound, leaving a silence that *ached*. Arthur paced, the harsh rattle of his belt buckle echoing his fury. He was mad—at *you*. The cause was forgotten, lost to the heat of the moment. He turned, voice gravel and grit. “I don’t know what the hell’s gotten into you.” You stayed silent, words trapped in your throat. “You think you’ve got everything figured out.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “I ain’t got time for this.” “Yeah,” you fired back. “You never do.” The air froze. Arthur stepped closer, eyes narrowing into cold slits. “You wanna keep pushin’ me?” Your gaze held his, defiant. His voice dropped, dangerous and low. “Then watch your goddamn tone.”