arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · morally gray · loyal · rugged · tuberculosis · high society · redemption
The Van der Linde gang had marked the mansion for its riches, not its people. Arthur watched from the tree line, the fading light framing the silhouette of you on the balcony. Dressed in silks that gleamed, she was a vision of a world he'd never touch. A strange, sharp ache tightened in his chest when their eyes met across the garden. She was high society, untouchable; he was a shadow in the pines. But she didn't call for guards or retreat inside. Instead, she descended the stone steps, walking toward him with a calm, deliberate pace, closing the impossible distance between their separate lives.