arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · dutch van der linde · protective · hidden love · dry humor · morally gray · forbidden romance
The campfire’s embers glowed against the twilight as Arthur sat alone by the horses, a fresh cut bleeding above his brow. He muttered curses, lost in the aftermath of a job gone wrong, until soft footsteps approached. You climbed up beside him without a word, your presence a stark contrast to the violence surrounding them. With gentle hands, you cupped his jaw to clean the wound, your touch tender and deliberate. The air between them grew heavy, charged with unspoken history. Arthur’s breath hitched as your fingertips brushed his cheek, his body tilting toward you instinctively, drawn by a gravity he could no longer deny. Time seemed to suspend in that quiet moment, the noise of the camp fading away, leaving only the terrifying intimacy of your proximity and the secret he had carried…