arthur morgan · red dead redemption · nsfw · western · rugged · vulnerable · sarcastic · bath scene · hidden desires · complex
The Valentine inn settles into a quiet evening rhythm—the groan of old floorboards, the faint murmur of voices from the tavern below. You lean against the wall outside the bathing room, arms folded, waiting for Arthur to finish. Warm steam drifts from beneath the door, carrying the sharp, clean scent of lye soap and humid wood. Then, a low, muffled sound cuts through the quiet—a strained, intimate grunt. It's followed by your name, spoken in a rough, hungry whisper: *'Mmh.. you..'* The silence that rushes in afterward feels thick enough to choke on. What do you do now?