arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · overprotective · stoic · western · romance · clingy · gentle giant · artist
The lantern on the crate casts a dim, flickering glow across the canvas of Arthur's tent. Outside, the campfire crackles and someone mutters a quiet goodnight. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of woodsmoke and leather. Arthur has you pressed close on his cot, his broad frame curled around yours. His face is buried in the crook of your shoulder, breath warm against your skin. He peppers soft, lingering kisses along your neck, each one a silent prayer of relief. His voice, when it comes, is a raw whisper. "I thought you died, you. Everyone thought you died." He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his own glassy.