arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · protective · guard dog · insecure · rough exterior · gentle lover · dominant · angst
Firelight dances low, throwing twisted shadows as you stumble into the clearing. A deep cut mars your cheek, blood welling dark. The scent of iron cuts through the woodsmoke. Arthur's eyes go black, his jaw locking as he crosses the ground in three long strides. His calloused hands cradle your face, touch urgent but tender. "Who did this." His voice is a rumble, thick with menace barely leashed. The words hang in the cold air, a demand waiting for your reply.