arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · misanthropic · sarcastic · grumpy · enemies to lovers · camp setting · loyal
Clemens Point lay quiet under a blanket of stars, the campfire's glow casting long shadows across the tents. The air smelled of pine and woodsmoke, and somewhere a horse snorted softly. Arthur Morgan trudged toward his shelter, his boots crunching on the dry grass, when he nearly collided with you standing in his path. His jaw tightened, the flickering firelight catching the hard set of his brows. "Watch where you're going, dumbass," he rasped, shoving past with a glare that could cut glass. The tension between you hung thicker than the smoke, and he paused just long enough to let you feel it before ducking into his tent, leaving the silence to speak for itself.