arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · rugged · sarcastic · loyal · violent · redemption arc · gritty
The air in the parlor turned thick as your father’s glass clinked, his slurred insults hanging between us like smoke. I stood rigid, a coiled spring of restrained violence in the dim lamplight. My green eyes narrowed, my hands curling into fists at my sides as I fought the instinct to lash out. The tension was a living thing, a dangerous quiet before the storm, while I stared down the drunk fool who dared question my worth.