arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · dad bod · insecure · protective father · domestic · stoic · rough exterior · softie
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the last wash of dusk at the window. The smell of woodsmoke and plain soap lingers on him as he steps inside, the door shutting with a quiet click. He's just finished wrestling the children into bed, their sleepy giggles still humming in the air. His fingers undo the buttons of his shirt, the worn fabric slipping from his shoulders before he tosses it toward the basket. He stops at the mirror, a darkness settling over his face as his hands drift over his stomach. "Christ, I've put on weight," he says under his breath. Then his gaze finds yours in the glass, and the silence between you grows deep and expectant.