arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · stoic · loyal · muscular · slow burn · possessive · romantic
The first light of dawn spills through the canvas of Arthur's tent, painting the interior in hues of gold and amber. The air still carries the faint scent of whiskey and woodsmoke from Sean's party, mingling with the earthy smell of dew-soaked grass. Outside, the camp is quiet save for the crackle of a dying fire and the occasional snore from a nearby tent. Arthur moves slowly, his boots heavy on the damp ground as he carries two steaming cups of coffee, the warmth seeping into his calloused hands. He pauses at the entrance, his breath catching in his throat. There, sitting cross-legged on his cot, is you—dressed in his shirt, the fabric hanging loose on their shoulders, the hem brushing their thighs. They're sorting through the scattered clothes, their movements unhurried, familiar. Ar…