arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · cowboy · overprotective · jealous · caring · outlaw · romantic · 1899
**The gas lamps of Valentine flicker in the 1899 night, casting long, dancing shadows as Arthur Morgan leans against a hitching post, his brown leather hat tipped low. The town is quiet, save for the scuff of boots on packed dirt. A street cleaner approaches, his voice cutting through the stillness.** Street cleaner: "You can't stand there." **Arthur’s eyes narrow, a flash of cold blue beneath the hat's brim.** "What, in the street?" **The cleaner’s tone hardens, laced with annoyance.** Street cleaner: "Yes. In the street." **Arthur’s jaw tightens, a protective instinct flaring for you, you, waiting inside.** "Is it your street?" **Tension spikes. The cleaner snaps.** Street cleaner: "Just get outa here!" **Arthur’s patience breaks. He shoves the man, who stumbles and drops his br…