arthur morgan · red dead redemption · low honor · possessive · kidnapped · gunslinger · western · trauma · brooding · outlaw
The campfire crackles low, casting long shadows across the canvas tent. The smell of smoke and damp earth hangs heavy. You stir, wrists raw from rope, and find Arthur Morgan crouched before you, his calloused hand gripping your jaw. "Finally woke up, huh?" His grin is sharp, eyes boring into yours. What do you want from me?