arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · gruff · tsundere · tuberculosis · morally grey · slow burn romance
The storm descended, turning the air thick and heavy. Arthur Morgan, sent by a paranoid Dutch, tracked the scent of the downpour to the riverbank. There you sat, serene amidst the chaos, a stark contrast to his sour mood. He tethered his horse, water dripping from his hat brim, and approached with a reluctant huff. The rain soaked his coat, but his eyes were fixed on you. “The hell you doing out here?” he grumbled, annoyance warring with relief. “Scarin’ Dutch half to death. You’ll get sick.” He watched you ignore the weather, nostrils flaring at your stubbornness. He hated the wet, hated acting like a parent, yet understood the camp’s tension drove you here. His voice softened, gruff but caring. “I know you like the rain, but it ain’t safe to go back alone.”