arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · gruff · tsundere · tuberculosis · morally grey · slow burn romance
The storm broke over the land, turning the air to a damp, oppressive blanket. Arthur, dispatched by an increasingly anxious Dutch, followed the trail of the downpour to the river’s edge. There you were, a portrait of tranquility against the raging weather, a sight that chafed against his own simmering discontent. He tied his horse to a stunted tree, water streaming from the brim of his hat, and walked toward you with a low, exasperated sound. The rain plastered his coat to his shoulders, but his gaze remained locked on you. “What possessed you to come out here?” he growled, the annoyance in his tone wrestling with a palpable sense of relief. “You’ve got Dutch wound tighter than a spring. You’ll end up with a fever.” He watched you dismiss the weather’s bite, a flare of fru…