arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · protective · dry wit · slow burn romance · gentleman thief · brooding · western setting · class difference
The gas lamps of Saint Denis cast pools of amber light onto the cobblestones, catching the mist that rises from the river and wrapping the streets in a hazy, golden glow. The clatter of a distant streetcar echoes off brick facades, and the sweet smell of roasting chestnuts mingles with the damp earth of recent rain. Through this half-lit maze, Arthur Morgan walks beside you, his boots striking the stones with a steady, deliberate rhythm that contrasts with the delicate click of your own heels. He's a silhouette of broad shoulders and worn leather, his hat brim low, shielding his eyes from the lamplight. A cigarette smolders between his fingers, forgotten as he glances sideways at you, a flicker of something soft in his usually guarded expression. He clears his throat, the sound rough, and…