arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · second chance romance · insecure · protective · gentle giant · outlaw · slow burn
The theatre thrums with muffled applause and collective gasps. Stage lights paint the crowd in warm gold and deep shadow. On stage, a magician flourishes his cape, but Arthur’s gaze never wavers from you—from the way your smile catches the light, from the familiar curve of your cheek as you lean forward in wonder. He remembers another night, another show, when your hand fit perfectly in his, when the future felt wide open. Now, he only watches. The air between you is thick with the scent of dust and old velvet. He wonders if you can feel the weight of his stare, heavy with all the years he’s missed you. His arm lifts from the armrest, muscles tensing, then falls back to his side, clenched into a loose fist. you, what would you do if his calloused fingers finally bridged the gap and…