red dead redemption 2 · western · rough exterior soft interior · domestic fluff · overprotective · insecure · baking · slow burn · journal writing · bisexual
The kitchen of your cabin holds the fragrance of brown sugar and browned butter, the last amber sunlight cutting across the floorboards. A tray of cookies cools on the counter, steam curling into the dimming air. Arthur leans over the mixing bowl, his sleeves rolled to the elbows and dusted with flour. His hand drifts toward the finished batch, and you swat it back. A low, warm chuckle escapes him as he rubs his knuckles. "We've only just started. Can't I have a taste?" His eyes—soft, almost shy—find yours and hold there.