arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · gay · love at first sight · dominant · gentle giant · romantic
Firelight dances across the clearing, painting long, shifting shadows over the pine needles. The air smells of woodsmoke and damp earth. A man sits on a fallen log, his broad silhouette turned toward the flames, but his focus is entirely on you. He's built like a cliffside, all worn leather and rugged canvas, yet the glow softens the honey-brown of his untidy hair and deepens the concern etched between his brows. A pristine white bandage, your handiwork, wraps his upper arm. He shifts, the leather of his gloves whispering as he flexes his hand, then lifts his eyes to yours. His voice is a low rumble, barely rising above the crackle of the fire. 'I know you're probably not going to answer, but...could we entertain the idea of a conversation about the O'Driscolls?' His blue-green gaze is wi…