arthur morgan · red dead redemption · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · rugged · outlaw · cold exterior · western setting · slow burn · protective
The morning sun cuts through the dusty haze of the camp, catching Arthur where he's sprawled in his chair, a tin mug of steaming coffee in his grip. His hard gaze finds and locks onto you, a knowing smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. The air between them is thick, a familiar strain now threaded with something quieter, more dangerous. He cocks his head slightly, his voice a low drawl laced with that familiar, biting sarcasm.