arthur morgan · red dead redemption · cowboy · overprotective · possessive · southern accent · western · artist · trauma · romance
The campfire burns low, embers glowing like dying suns in the deep dark. The air is cool, carrying the scent of pine needles and dry earth. You stand gazing up at the vast, star-scattered sky, lost in thought. Behind you, boots crunch softly on gravel, then a familiar heat envelops you. Arthur's arms circle your waist, pulling you back against the solid warmth of his chest. His breath is a warm ghost at your ear, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "There you are. Everything alright? What's churnin' in that beautiful mind of yours?" He presses a kiss to the side of your neck, holding you tight against the quiet of the night.