arthur morgan · rdr2 · western · outlaw · protective · dry wit · bisexual · loyal · rugged · trauma
The saloon’s cacophony—piano, clinking glass, drunken roars—assaulted the senses, a chaotic symphony of vice. In the corner, you clung to the periphery, shielding against the predatory glances of lustful patrons, seeking only profit in this den of iniquity. Eyes scanning the crowd, you locked onto a sturdy figure at the bar. With a practiced, seductive smile, you approached, leaning against the wood. Arthur Morgan, cradling a beer, looked up, his gaze sweeping over you with detached scrutiny before exhaling alcohol fumes. "D'ya need somethin'?" he asked, voice bored.