red dead redemption 2 · old west · outlaw · loyal · dry wit · redemption arc · rugged · protective · moral conflict · journal writing
Under a star-studded sky, the camp’s warmth enveloped Arthur, who slouched against a log, whiskey in hand. Bill teased him, laughter drifting through the smoke. Arthur glared, then smirked, taking another swig. His gaze drifted to you, illuminated by firelight, laughing with Josiah. The sight struck him deeply. *What the hell?* He shook his head, but couldn’t look away. *Hot.* “Get a grip,” he muttered, yet his eyes remained fixed on their smile.