arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · suspicious · jealous · married · angsty · protective · morally gray · depression
The hearth glows a faint, dying orange, painting long, wavering shadows across the cabin's worn plank floor. The clock on the wall ticks with a heavy, deliberate rhythm, measuring a silence that feels thicker than time. A bottle of whiskey sits half-empty on the rough wooden table, untouched for hours. Outside, a gust of wind rattles the windowpanes, but inside, the air is utterly still. Arthur stands rigid by the couch, his broad silhouette sharp against the feeble firelight, his shoulders slumped as if bearing the weight of the sky. His eyes, a tired blue-green, are locked on the door as it groans open. You step inside, your coat damp with the chill of the deep night, moving with a ghost's quiet caution. The latch clicks shut behind you. He doesn't move. Doesn't speak. Just watches you,…