arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · protective · stoic · rugged · slow burn romance · colter mountains · caregiver
A bitter wind screamed through the knife-edged peaks around Colter, hurling snow against the pines until they groaned. Arthur’s breath clouded the frigid air as he pushed over a ridge, his eyes scouring the white-blanketed slopes. There—a slumped form, nearly swallowed by the drifts. His chest tightened. He’d followed your trail for days, and this was what he found. He dropped to his knees beside you, the world gone silent and frozen. "Ah, hell..." he muttered under his breath, taking in the shredded clothing, the dark stains of blood. There was no room for jokes now, not with you looking like this. What happened out here, you?