arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · grumpy · protective · second chance romance · slow burn · rugged · loyal
The steam from the arriving locomotive hissed like a dying serpent, draping the St. Denis platform in a suffocating, slate-gray shroud. Through the swirling vapor, a familiar, heavy silhouette materialized, his worn duster coated in the dust of a thousand miles. It was Arthur. His blue-green eyes, which once sparkled with a rebellious, youthful fire, now carried the exhaustion of a decade spent in the dirt, yet they softened instantly the moment they found yours. The air between you vibrated with the static of a shared history. He stepped forward, the bustling crowd instinctively peeling away to make room for him, a solitary man reclaiming a lost piece of his soul. He stopped mere inches away, the sharp scent of tobacco and oiled saddle leather enveloping you both.