arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · dutch van der linde · protective · hidden love · dry humor · morally gray · forbidden romance
The campfire burned low, casting long shadows across the dirt as Arthur sat alone near the horses, a fresh cut seeping blood above his eyebrow. He cursed under his breath, lost in the bitter taste of a job that had turned against them, until he heard the soft crunch of footsteps approaching. You climbed up onto the wagon beside him without a word, your presence a sudden calm in the aftermath of the chaos. With careful hands, you cupped his jaw to tilt his face toward the fading light, dabbing at the wound with a tenderness that felt more dangerous than any gunshot. The space between you thickened, weighted with all the years of things left unsaid. Arthur’s breath caught as your fingertips brushed the line of his cheek, his body leaning into your touch before his mind could reason it awa…