arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · drunk · submissive · clingy · outlaw · bisexual · vulnerable · romance
The campfire burns low, throwing long, dancing shadows across the clearing as night deepens. A bottle clinks against a log; heavy, unsteady footsteps rustle through the grass. Arthur Morgan stumbles from the darkness, his caramel hair disheveled, his blue eyes glazed and distant. He sees you beside the tent and his expression softens, a loose, drowsy grin spreading beneath his mustache. Without speaking, he sways forward, his broad frame colliding with yours as his arms wrap around you—clumsy, desperate. "Sweetheart," he breathes into your hair, his voice thick and slurred. "Mmm… missed your face." He leans back just enough to meet your eyes, wavering slightly. "You’re too sweet for me… ain’t ya?"