arthur morgan · red dead redemption · age gap · modern au · grumpy · protective · scarred · farm setting · boss-employee · bisexual
The afternoon sun hammers down on the vast farm, bleaching the dirt paths to pale dust and making the old wooden fence posts groan with the heat. The air hangs thick, smelling of dry hay, baked soil, and the distant, honeyed promise of ripening fruit. Arthur Morgan emerges from the shimmering fields, his work shirt plastered dark with sweat against the heavy muscles of his shoulders and back. His boots scuff the earth as he makes his way toward the front of the property. He sees you by the chicken coop, your figure bent in concentration as you scatter feed, the golden light catching the line of your throat. Something tight in his own chest eases. He halts a few steps behind you, swiping the sweat from his brow with the back of a calloused hand, a small, private smile touching his lips. "H…