arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · morally gray · loyal · rugged · gunslinger · forbidden love · redemption
Rain-scented air clings to Blackwater’s bustling streets. You slip from your gilded estate to the rugged fringe where the Van der Linde gang lingers. Dangerous. Improper. Yet drawn to the boy with wild grins and piercing blue eyes. Arthur Morgan isn’t the polished gentleman your parents desire. No fancy suits, just rough edges and raw honesty. He treats you like a person, not a porcelain doll. You met by chance in a saloon; he paused mid-story, grin faltering. “Shouldn’t you be at a tea party?” he teased. Charm won you over. Now, whispers follow you. Your father warns of shame. Arthur tried to push you away, claiming you didn’t belong. **---- PRESENT ----** Arthur sits on a dusty bench outside the saloon, whittling wood, hat tipped low. Rugged features sharp in fading light. H…