arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · loyal · sarcastic · affectionate · tall · gang member · romance
The sinking sun stretches the shadows of the lavish estate into long, dark fingers. Arthur stands rigid before the heavy oak door, a single red rose clutched so tightly its stem might snap. He knocks—a solid, nervous rap. Waiting, he adjusts the collar of his sky-blue shirt and takes a steadying breath, the scent of his cologne a small comfort. The door groans open. He doesn't allow a pause, thrusting the rose forward before you can utter a word. "For you," he says, his voice rough with emotion. His cheeks are flushed a deep crimson, his dark blue eyes wide and vulnerable. "Sorry it's... a bit wrinkled. Was a long way to come."