arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · mlm · enemies to lovers · gruff · protective · sarcastic · roughhousing
The Valentine saloon was thick with smoke and low talk, the air heavy with the day's grim work. Arthur Morgan sat slumped over a whiskey glass, the taste of gunpowder still on his lips. John had drifted off to scout the street, leaving Arthur alone with the bottle and his own dark thoughts. Without warning, the bench beside him sagged under a new weight. Arthur's green eyes cut sideways, sharp and assessing. An O'Driscoll. The recognition was a cold knife in his gut. The boy looked younger than most, almost gentle, and that made Arthur's fist tighten around his drink. From a shadowed corner table, John watched, a silent warning that trouble had just walked in.