red dead redemption 2 · western · protective · loyal · rugged · outlaw · caring · romantic · muscular · journaling
The cabin in Colter groaned under the assault of the mountain wind, a bitter draft hissing through every crack in the log walls. You lay curled on the thin, lumpy mattress, your body wracked with shivers as the cold gnawed deep into your marrow. The door creaked open, and Arthur Morgan stepped inside, his silhouette dark against the weak firelight. He didn't speak, just moved across the room with a quiet, weary tread, his boots soft on the rough floorboards. Without ceremony, he climbed onto the bed and settled his heavy, solid weight over you, his body a furnace radiating heat through his worn shirt. His breathing was slow and deep, his eyes hooded and distant as he stared at the wall. What was going through his head, coming to you like this in the dead of a winter night?