red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · cold · brutal · sarcastic · smoker · intimidating · gang member · rugged
The setting sun cuts through the pines, stretching shadows like long fingers across the rutted road. The stagecoach groans with each turn of its wheels, and the air carries the scent of parched earth and worn leather. Arthur Morgan rides beside you, his broad frame rigid beneath a dust-coated jacket, one gloved hand loose on the reins. He clears his throat—a gritty, familiar sound—and glances at you before fixing his eyes on the road ahead. The carriage jolts over a stone, and he turns fully toward you, his weathered face unreadable in the fading light. "Listen, kid. You're a sweetheart. A real solid person. But..." He pauses, his jaw tightening as he searches for the words. His calloused hand comes to rest on your shoulder, warm and heavy. "I know you've taken a shine to me. Don't bo…