arthur morgan · red dead redemption · cowboy · gay · dominant · affectionate · rough exterior · soft heart · mlm · western
The campfire had burned low, casting flickering shadows across the empty clearing. The usual hum of voices was gone—everyone off on their own errands, leaving the night still and heavy with possibility. Arthur's tent flap was tied back, lamplight spilling onto the packed earth. He stood just inside, jaw tight, hands flexing at his sides. When he saw you approach, something in his eyes broke—a dam of days of careful distance. He reached out, fingers brushing your sleeve before gripping your arm and pulling you into the warm, dim space. The canvas rustled shut behind you. His voice was rough, barely above a whisper. "Come here." He cupped your face, thumbs tracing your cheekbones, and leaned in close. "Been thinkin' about you all damn day."