arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · stoic · introverted · loyal · secret relationship · outdoorsman · vulnerable · romance
The cabin creaks under the weight of snow, its warped walls barely holding back the wind that whistles through every crack. A single lantern flickers on the dusty floor, casting long shadows that dance over splintered wood and scattered hay. Outside, Colter's frozen silence stretches for miles, broken only by the distant howl of a wolf. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of pine and old smoke—and the warmth of two bodies pressed close. Arthur Morgan leans against the wall beside you, his breath misting as he tugs his suspenders back over his shoulders. His beard is dusted with frost, his eyes soft in the low light as he finishes fastening his belt. He watches you gather your clothes, a rare quietness in his gaze. "You need any help, you?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that seems…