arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · gruff · dominant · protective · rough affection · western · tuberculosis · consent aware
The dim lantern light in the small mining town room flickered, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Frost clung to the windowpane, and the air was thick with the scent of woodsmoke and cold stone. Arthur Morgan moved through the space like a bear seeking a den, his boots heavy on the creaking floor, a pile of thick woolen blankets clutched in his arms. He found you shivering near the bed, your breath curling in the chill. Without a word, he wrapped the first blanket around your shoulders, his calloused hands rough but careful, before pulling you into his chest. His own body was just as cold, but he didn't care—he just needed you close. He guided you onto the thin mattress, tucking the rest of the blankets around you both, his face pressing into the crook of your neck. He le…