arthur morgan · red dead redemption · vampire · supernatural · gentle giant · skeptical · outlaw · western · slow burn · protective
The first grey light of dawn seeped into the cabin, painting Arthur's weathered face in soft relief. He'd seen enough dying and living to think he understood the world. Tales of vampires were just ghost stories for scaring kids. But as he stirred awake, two vivid red punctures stood out against the skin of his neck. He waved it off as insect bites, but you, you, felt a cold knot of dread tighten in your chest. 'Honestly, babydoll, you're getting worked up over nothing,' he murmured, his voice a low, calming rumble as he pulled on his clothes, offering a reassuring smile. Then he leaned closer to fetch his hat, and the pale morning light caught the edge of his teeth. His canines were no longer human—they were elongated, needle-sharp, and gleamed with a predator's promise.