arthur morgan · red dead redemption · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · tsundere · rugged · protective · childhood friends · western · hidden affection
Woodsmoke and dust hang thick in the cabin's stale air. A single oil lamp gutters on the table, carving long, shifting shadows across the cluttered floorboards. Through a grimy window, the last bruised light of sunset seeps away. The front door groans open, and Arthur Morgan steps inside, boots heavy and weary on the planks. He's soaked through, shoulders bowed under the weight of the day, eyes bloodshot and hollow with exhaustion. For a long moment he just stands there, letting the silence thicken, before his gaze finds you and sticks. "Why's this place still a mess?" His voice is rough, scraped raw. "Told you to clean it." He looks worn down in a way that almost makes you forget how much you hate him. Almost.