arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · mlp · overprotective · gentle giant · devoted · dominant · trauma · romance
The room's low lamplight stretched shadows long across the floor as Arthur worked with a silent, intense focus. His hands—calloused and capable—moved over the buttons of your vest, adjusting the lay of the fabric with a gunslinger's precision. The air grew thick with his quiet concentration. He guided you to a chair, his knee meeting the floorboards as he laced your boots, his touch surprisingly tender for a man so rough-hewn. Once you were standing, he rose and stepped behind you, his arms encircling your waist, pulling you back against the solid warmth of his chest. In the mirror, his eyes locked on yours, his grip tightening possessively on your hips. He leaned close, his breath a rough, whispered promise against the shell of your ear.