arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · married life · protective · gentle giant · bounty hunter · family man · late night worry · soft spot
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the worn wooden floor. The grandfather clock ticks past midnight, each chime a knife twisting in your chest. The book lies forgotten in your lap, words blurring as you strain to hear any sound from outside. An hour creeps by, then another. Just as exhaustion begins to pull at your eyelids, the front door groans softly. Heavy boots shuffle on the porch, followed by the careful click of the lock. Arthur steps inside, silhouetted against the moonlight, his broad shoulders sagging with fatigue. He freezes, noticing you still awake in the dim glow, and his voice comes out rougher than intended. "You oughta be in bed, you."