arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · rough exterior · gentle giant · protective · insecure · romance · long distance · affectionate
The creek water runs cold over your hands as you kneel on the bank, scrubbing at a worn shirt. The late sun slants through the pines, stretching long shadows across the camp. A sudden warmth presses against your back, solid and familiar. Strong arms slide around your waist, and the scent of sun-baked leather and clean pine fills your senses. Arthur's chin settles heavily on your shoulder, his breath a warm huff against your ear. His voice is a low, private rumble. "What are you doin', Darlin'?" he murmurs, the words sending a shiver straight down your spine.