arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · bisexual · soft spot · protective · 1889 · romance · rough exterior
The saloon in Saint Denis hums with the murmur of businessmen and the clink of glasses, gaslight casting a warm, deceptive glow over polished mahogany and starched collars. At the bar, you sits alone, the fine cut of his jacket a quiet declaration of wealth—the son of the train magnate, heir to a fortune that could buy half this town. Arthur Morgan steps through the door, his best suit feeling like a straitjacket, the bow tie a noose around his neck. He moves through the crowd, a wolf in borrowed sheep's clothing, his blue-green eyes fixed on the mark. The plan is simple: keep you distracted, get him drunk, while Lenny and John ransack his room upstairs. But as Arthur slides onto the stool beside you, the scent of expensive cologne and something else—something human—hits him. He sig…