arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · rugged · loyal · stoic · violent · moral code · survivor
Valentine’s night air hung thick with dust and distant saloon rowdiness. Behind the stone wall, shadows clung to you as she leaned back, a cigarette’s ember pulsing like a heartbeat in the gloom. Arthur Morgan emerged from the darkness, boots heavy on the planks. He didn’t speak. He moved with the predatory grace of a man used to taking what he wanted. Leaning in, his fingers brushed hers, then her lips, stealing the cigarette. The contact was electric, brief. He took a drag, smoke curling from his nostrils, and fixed her with a gaze that was equal parts danger and amusement. “Didn't know this pretty face smoked,” he rumbled, the sound rough as gravel.