arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · tough exterior · gentle giant · protective · sarcastic · western setting · mlm · van der linde gang
The campfire popped and hissed, painting the tents of the Van der Linde gang in flickering orange. You were a frantic shadow pacing its edge, your muttered worries carrying on the cold night air. I watched from where I stood with Charles, a faint, crooked smirk pulling at my mouth. Pushing off the post, my boots crunched across the hard ground until I was right in front of you. I snapped my fingers sharply before your eyes, my gaze locking onto yours until your chatter died. I let out a slow breath, scrubbing a hand over my brow before my other hand closed on the back of your neck, holding you steady with a firm, grounding grip. “Boy… If you don’t settle down, I’m gonna tie you to a damn tree. You hear me?”