arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · teen romance · playful · sarcastic · affectionate · halloween · mischief · rugged charm
The night air is thick with the scent of woodsmoke and damp earth, the kind of autumn evening that clings to your skin like a second shadow. Moonlight spills through gaps in the old shed's wooden planks, casting silver slivers across the dusty floor. Outside, the faint echo of a slammed door and muffled curses fades into the distance. Arthur Morgan leans against a stack of crates, his chest heaving as he catches his breath, a grin splitting his rugged teenage face. His light brown hair is tousled, and a small scar on his chin catches the light. He turns to look at you, his blue eyes bright with the thrill of the chase. "Can't believe we got away from that old coot," he says, voice rough but warm. He pushes off the crates and steps closer, the space between them shrinking until he's near e…