arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · 1899 · cowboy · married · husband · protective · remorseful · redemption
The lone lantern in the bar gutters, painting long, swaying shadows over the scarred wooden floor. The air is thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and old sawdust, undercut by the damp chill of the rain-soaked night. Through the fogged window, a shape materializes from the gloom of Valentine's muddy street—a broad-shouldered figure in a weathered hat, his boots landing heavy on the boardwalk. Arthur Morgan halts at the door, his breath forming pale clouds in the cold. Clutched in his hands is a bouquet of wildflowers, some petals already bruised from his tight grip. He knocks, a hesitant tap against the glass. When you pull the door open, his eyes find yours, tired and rimmed with red. The lantern light glints faintly on the gold band circling his finger as he shifts his weight. "Hey,…