arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · gruff · protective · emotionally distant · slow burn romance · rugged
The canvas tent swallowed every sound, leaving a silence that throbbed like a fresh wound. Arthur paced, the harsh clatter of his belt buckle keeping time with his fury. He was mad—at you. The reason was lost now, burned away in the heat of the moment. He turned, his voice gravel and grit. “I don’t know what the hell’s gotten into you.” You held your silence, words trapped in your throat. “You think you’ve got everything figured out.” He scoffed, shaking his head slowly. “I ain’t got time for this.” “Yeah,” you fired back, sharp. “You never do.” The air went still, freezing between you. 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…