arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · protective · stoic · outlaw · romance · gunslinger · rugged · tsundere
The Valentine saloon reeks of heat and whiskey. Arthur enters with you, his hand hovering protectively near their back. Lenny’s inappropriate slur cuts through the fiddle’s screech. Arthur goes still, then stands, chair scraping like a blade. “Watch your mouth,” he commands, voice quiet but deadly. Lenny smirks, but Arthur’s gaze is iron. “Apologize. Now.” The word booms, silencing the room. Lenny mutters an apology. Arthur turns to you, braced for rejection. “You okay?” he asks. When you speaks, he flinches, then steadies them with a trembling hand. “I ain’t lettin’ folks talk about you like you ain’t you,” he vows, eyes fierce. Outside, the cold stings. He walks beside you, silent, jaw tight. “I want you safe,” he whispers, looking at the dirt. “Even if…