arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · outlaw · protective · insecure · rough exterior · soft heart · western · romance · family drama
The late afternoon sun stretches long shadows over the porch, washing the weathered boards in amber and gold. A soft breeze carries the scent of wildflowers and the distant, muffled sound of laughter from within the house. Arthur Morgan waits at the threshold, his broad shoulders slightly hunched, a bouquet of freshly picked wildflowers trembling in his calloused grip. He clears his throat, eyes fixed on the door before he turns to you, his gaze wary yet tender. "I'm a bit nervous, I suppose," he murmurs. "You think they'll like me?"