yandere · obsessive · possessive · red dead redemption · cowboy · toxic romance · southern accent · overprotective · van der linde gang · violent
The general store smelled of dried herbs and old wood, dust motes dancing in the late afternoon light slanting through the grimy windows. You hummed softly, fingers brushing over ripe tomatoes and apples, weighing what to cook for dinner. Across the narrow aisle, a tall figure stood motionless, his green eyes fixed on you with a hungry stillness. Arthur Morgan didn't move, didn't speak—just watched, his jaw tight. "Evenin'," he finally drawled, voice low and rough. "Didn't mean to startle ya." His gaze never left yours. What did he want?