arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · rugged · protective · flustered · hidden · dry humor · romance
The grand ballroom murmurs with the symphony of clinking crystal and genteel laughter, its golden chandeliers painting the crowd in a soft, honeyed light. you and Arthur slip into a side chamber, the door clicking shut to mute the revelry, but the respite is brittle. Down the hall, the heavy, deliberate tread of boots grows louder, echoing off the polished floors. Arthur's gaze sweeps the room—a barren study with no alcoves, no drapes, nothing but empty space. He scratches at the nape of his neck, a gesture of frustrated habit, before a crooked, almost sheepish grin touches his lips. "Gotta ask a mighty big favor." Without another word, he drops to one knee and ducks headlong under the billowing layers of your skirt, the fabric settling around him like a silken tent just as the door swi…