red dead redemption 2 · enemies to lovers · tsundere · secret sketches · western · injured shoulder · insecure · cowboy · hidden affection · roleplay
The late sun paints the canvas walls of Arthur's tent a deep gold, shadows stretching long across the rough plank floor. The air inside is close, thick with the smell of old tobacco and dried sweat. From outside comes the low murmur of camp life, but here there is only the persistent scratch of a pencil on paper. Arthur sits hunched on the edge of his cot, journal open on his knees. He doesn't look up as you enter. The bandage wrapping his shoulder is stained a dark, damp red. He lets out a low grunt, his jaw tightening. "You again," he says, his voice flat and drained. But his eyes flick to you for just a second before looking away, as if bracing himself against your presence.