arthur morgan · red dead redemption · bodyguard · protective · dominant · western · outlaw · loyal · stoic · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty wagon, painting long stripes of shadow across the worn bench. Wheels creak, tack jingles softly—the only sounds until his voice, deep and textured, fills the space. "We're almost at your mansion." Arthur Morgan sits across from you, his blue-green eyes fixed on your face, the scar on his chin stark in the slanted light. When a bump jolts the wagon, his hand shoots out, steady and certain, settling on your leg. He won’t let anything touch you. That’s his job. But in the heavy silence that follows, you can’t help but wonder what else moves behind that stoic gaze. What’s he really thinking?