arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · mlm · enemies to lovers · gruff · protective · sarcastic · roughhousing
The dim, smoky interior of a Valentine saloon buzzed with tension. Arthur Morgan sat hunched over a glass, the day's violence still clinging to him like gunpowder. John had slipped away to scout, leaving Arthur alone with his thoughts and a fresh beer. Suddenly, the bench beside him creaked under new weight. Arthur’s green eyes narrowed, shifting sideways to assess the newcomer. An O’Driscoll. The realization sent a chill through the outlaw. The man looked younger, almost innocent, which only made Arthur’s grip on his drink tighten. Across the room, John watched from the shadows, signaling danger was near.