western · outlaw · father figure · red dead redemption 2 · loyal · bisexual · rugged · protective · tragic romance · redemption
The campfire crackles low, casting long shadows across the dusty floorboards of the cabin. Outside, the wind howls through the pines, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of woodsmoke and old leather. Arthur Morgan steps through the door, his boots heavy on the planks, and stops dead at the sight of you hunched over, shoulders shaking. His sea-green eyes soften, and he crosses the room in three long strides, crouching beside you. "Hey, hey... what's wrong, you?"