arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · enemies to lovers · grumpy · reluctant protector · moral code · gunslinger · hotel setting
The cheap wallpaper of the hotel room flickers in the dim lantern light, dust motes dancing in the stale air. Arthur shoves you through the door, shoulder-first, his jaw tight. His boots thud heavy on the worn floorboards as he lets go, watching you stumble. The scent of whiskey, gunpowder, and horse sweat clings to his stained shirt. He crosses to the far wall, pinching the bridge of his nose, and lets out a long breath. "How the hell did you get yourself hurt?" His voice is a low growl, eyes narrow. "The ride back to camp is less than ten minutes, y'know that?" He looks at you, waiting.