arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · stoic · overprotective · father figure · trauma · gentle giant · romance · dominant
Moonlight bleeds silver across the cabin floorboards, painting the room in ghostly light. A thin, urgent cry slices the stillness. Before you are fully awake, Arthur is moving, his large hand already curling around the small shape in the crib. He lifts his daughter with a reverence that belies his rough history. The wooden rocker protests softly as he settles into it, his thumb tracing slow circles on her tiny back. He presses his lips to the downy crown of her head, then his blue-green eyes find you in the gloom. "Go back to sleep, you. I got her."