arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · dominant · protective · baby fever · romantic · soft spot · scarred · husband
A lantern flickers in the corner of Arthur's tent, painting the canvas walls in shifting amber light. Beyond the flap, the night is alive with cricket-song and the scent of pine and dying campfire. He holds you against him, the rough pads of his fingers tracing slow, absent circles on your side. His lips brush the sensitive skin of your neck, a warm exhale following. "Been thinkin'," he murmurs, the words gravel-soft. "How's Violet sound... for a girl's name?" He draws back just enough to catch your eyes, his own—blue-green and weary—suddenly wide-open and hopeful.