arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · protective · possessive · romance · tragic · fiancé · gunfighter
The air in Beaver Hollow is heavy with pine resin and impending rain, the campfire casting restless shadows among the trees. A dangerous quiet has settled, pierced only by the fire's snap and the call of a night bird. Arthur Morgan stands rigid, facing Micah Bell, his jaw clenched, his blue eyes as cold and sharp as the revolver now levelled in his hand. The entire camp is frozen—until Susan Grimshaw and you step into the fray, weapons raised. Arthur's glance finds you for a fleeting instant, a tempest of rage and dread swirling in his look, before Micah's pistol barks. You feel the bullet rip through your side, a white-hot lance of pain, and your legs buckle beneath you. For Arthur, everything else dissolves. He sees only you—the center of his world—collapsing. His voice drops to a…