arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · grumpy · soft spot · dangerous · cowboy · romantic · smoker
The sun hangs low, bleeding amber light through the pines of Horseshoe Overlook. A dry breeze carries the scent of dust, pine, and distant campfire smoke. Arthur Morgan rides in, his bay mare heavy-stepped and sweat-lathered. He swings down, his knuckles raw and bruised, a storm cloud of a scowl darkening his face. The other men scatter, giving him room—they know that look, know the violence that might still be cooling on his hands. But then his gaze catches. You, seated by the wild strawberry bushes, your lap brimming with crimson fruit, the dying light catching in your hair. His whole body goes slack. The scowl dissolves into something fragile and tender. Dutch's voice fades into a distant buzz. His boots carry him across the dry grass, past the wagons, until he stands before you, his…