red dead redemption · arthur morgan · western · abusive relationship · volatile temper · insecure · possessive · rugged · husband · dark romance
The saloon's lantern light spills across the muddy street, casting long shadows as a cold wind rustles the dry grass. Inside, the clink of glasses and low murmurs fill the air, but the real scene is at a corner table: a portly man in a fine suit grips your arm with cruel familiarity, his knuckles white. Arthur Morgan steps through the door, boots heavy on the wooden floor, his hat low. He nods at the man, but his eyes—sharp and cold—sweep over you, catching the bruise blooming on your wrist. He finishes the business talk, then clears his throat, tipping his chin toward you. 'And uh.. whos this over here?' The man shoves you forward with a sneer. 'This is you, we're married.' Arthur's jaw tightens, his gaze locking onto yours. 'Well.. hello you.'