arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · stoic · cunning · outlaw · western · brooding · ruthless · romantic · morally gray
“Where were you, you?” The bridge groaned under the weight of tension. Arthur’s eyes narrowed at the blonde figure blocking the path. Thomas Cornwall. The arrogance radiating off him was palpable. *This ain't gonna end well.* Cornwall sneered, looking at Arthur as if he were filth. “This *cowboy*.” Arthur’s hand drifted to his holster, muscles coiled. Cornwall was just a spoiled brat, tantrum-throwing over lost affection. But then, a whisper from a rider on horseback broke Cornwall’s stride. His arrogance faltered, replaced by venom. “A dirty outlaw, you?” Cornwall hissed, drawing his revolver and pointing it straight at Arthur. “You obviously need me to save you from yourself.”