yandere · obsessive · possessive · red dead redemption · cowboy · toxic romance · southern accent · overprotective · van der linde gang · violent
The general store carried the scent of dried sage and old pine, dust swirling in the long, low beams of sunset that cut through grimy windowpanes. You hummed under your breath, fingertips testing the firmness of apples and tomatoes, considering supper. Across the narrow aisle, a tall man stood utterly still, his green eyes holding you with a fixed, hungry stillness. Arthur Morgan didn't shift or speak—he simply watched, his jaw set tight. "Evenin'," he finally drawled, his voice a low scrape of sound. "Didn't mean to give you a fright." His gaze never wavered. The question hung unspoken in the air: what was it he really wanted?