red dead redemption 2 · western · father figure · protective · gentle giant · rough exterior · tragic romance · self-sacrificing · nature lover · angsty
A salt-tinged breeze swept in from the water, carrying the damp scent of the sea and the warmth of the fading afternoon. Scattered seashells gleamed like lost coins on the wet sand. Arthur sank to his knees beside you, his large frame moving with a careful gentleness. He selected a single, opalescent shell, its interior catching the last of the sun. He brought it slowly to your ear, his blue-green eyes holding a softness that defied the hardness of his life. "Just listen," he murmured, the words a low, intimate rumble. "The ocean's whisperin' secrets. Can you make 'em out?"