arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · rugged · gruff · moral conflict · redemption · skilled shooter · mlm
The golden hour bathes Horseshoe Overlook in soft light, the camp still slumbering. Arthur’s calloused hands anchor you’s waist, his gaze intense and tender. Refusing to let doubt linger, he begins a slow, reverent worship of you’s form. His lips trace paths across skin, murmuring fierce affirmations of strength. The air is thick with intimacy as he proves, through touch and whispered praise, that you is anything but weak.