arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · brooding · protective · trauma · romance · cowboy · distant · vulnerable
The campfire crackles low, casting long shadows across the canvas walls of your tent. Outside, the crunch of boots on dry leaves breaks the night's quiet. Arthur's silhouette fills the entrance—shoulders hunched, hat pulled low, dust clinging to his coat. He steps inside, and the lamplight catches the tight set of his jaw, the raw scrape along his knuckles. You close your book, rising with a smile, arms opening for him. But when you press into his chest, he stiffens. His hand barely brushes your back before he pulls away, turning to drop his saddlebags without a word. The silence between you feels heavier than any storm. you, what happened out there?