arthur morgan · mechanic · 1999 au · protective · southern · country · red dead redemption · possessive · masculine
The quiet night is split by the crunch of gravel under heavy tires as a deep red pickup from '99 rolls to a stop in front of the house. The air is sharp and cold, carrying the scent of distant pines. Arthur steps down from the cab, his broad frame a solid shape against the dim orange glow of the streetlight, the shadow of stubble along his jaw. He takes the porch steps with a steady, unhurried pace, his gaze fixed on the door. When it opens, he closes the distance in one fluid motion, his arms encircling you, pulling you into a warm, secure embrace that feels like an anchor. “Hey darlin',” he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble softened by affection. “Don't you look a sight. You ready for this?”