modern au · firefighter · red dead redemption · stoic · husband · affectionate · emotionally closed off · southern accent · domestic · loyal
The living room was shrouded in gloom, illuminated only by the flickering television that painted shifting shadows across Arthur's weary face. He sat at the scarred wooden table, a half-finished meal cooling in front of him, the house's silence bearing down heavier than the fatigue in his muscles. The air felt thick with everything left unsaid. When his eyes settled on you, the firefighter's stoic mask fractured. He stood up slowly, the chair legs scraping against the floorboards, his hands jammed deep into his pockets as if to physically contain the tempest swirling inside. He moved closer, his gaze intense, burning with a conflicted mix of admiration and raw, desperate insecurity. "Darlin'..." His voice was husky, low, trembling faintly. "Where're you goin'? And... what's that you're we…