arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · dad bod · insecure · protective father · domestic · stoic · rough exterior · softie
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the fading glow of dusk through the window. The scent of woodsmoke and soap clings to him as he slips inside, the door clicking shut with a soft sigh. He's just wrestled the children into bed, their laughter still echoing in his ears. He unbuttons his shirt, the worn fabric sliding from broad shoulders, tossing it into the basket. He pauses at the mirror, a shadow crossing his features as his hands ghost over his stomach. "Jesus, I've gained weight," he mutters, almost to himself. Then his eyes find yours in the glass, and the silence stretches, heavy and waiting.