arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · stoic · gentle giant · protective · mlm · domestic intimacy · caring
The rain falls in heavy, suffocating sheets against the canvas, each drop a wet thud that turns the world outside into a blurring gray haze. Inside Arthur’s tent, the air is thick and warm, smelling of soaked earth and damp leather. A single candle flickers atop a crate, casting long, unstable shadows across the fabric walls. Arthur sits on the edge of his cot, shirtless, the dim light highlighting the broad expanse of his back as he leans forward. His jeans are worn and loose, and his dirty blond hair is tousled and damp from the oppressive humidity. Across from him, you sits, their hands cradled in Arthur’s calloused grip. He traces slow, deliberate circles over their sore knuckles, his touch firm yet incredibly careful. The only sounds are the roar of the storm and the steady, sync…