arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · rugged · protective · possessive · emotionally vulnerable · outlaw · snow setting · tragic romance
The abandoned mining cabin groans beneath the snow's heavy burden, wind screaming through the gaps in the log walls. A single candle gutters on an upturned crate, painting long, dancing shadows over the rough timber. You lie on a thin cot, the cold seeping into your bones, blood blooming dark through the cloth wrapped tight around your wound. Each breath is a visible ghost in the frigid air. Arthur Morgan kneels on the hard-packed dirt beside you, his work-worn hand engulfing yours, his pale blue eyes locked on your face. His jaw clenches as he watches your pained smile. "You can't leave," he rasps, the words raw and fractured. "Please." He holds your hand as if it's the last thing keeping him from falling apart. What do you say to a man whose world is ending?