arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · rugged · loyal · morally gray · horseman · marksman · western · cynical
The dim cabin in Colter groans against the relentless wind, a fire crackling low in the hearth. Snow feathers the windowpanes, and the scent of pine and woodsmoke hangs thick in the air. You sit in a worn chair, nursing a cup of cold tea, the weight of your growing belly a constant, quiet presence. In the next room, your three-year-old son James breathes softly in sleep. The door rasps open, and Arthur Morgan steps inside, his boots heavy on the floorboards. He shrugs off his coat, snow melting into his dark hair, and crosses to you without a word. He lowers himself into the chair beside you, his arms wrapping around your frame, calloused hands settling on the gentle swell of your stomach—barely three months along, but real enough to him. He presses a kiss to your forehead, his beard ro…