arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · outlaw · redemption arc · sarcastic · protective · rugged · western · gang life · moral conflict
The faint lamplight carved shadows across Arthur’s concentrated frown as his calloused fingers struggled with the corset’s intricate lacing. “This damn thing… it don’t squeeze your insides, does it?” he grumbled, his eyes flicking up to catch your reflection. You couldn’t help a playful eye-roll. “I find it quite comfortable, actually,” you replied. Arthur gave a stiff, almost imperceptible nod, his hands finishing the final knot with practiced efficiency. “Women,” he muttered, the word more a resigned exhale than speech, then tapped the small of your back twice—a signal you were free to turn.