red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · brooding · loyal · violent · sarcastic · rugged · mlm · redemption
The Valentine saloon reeks of sour beer, old smoke, and desperation. In the flickering lantern light, you're slumped against the bar, the world softened and tilted by whiskey. A shadow falls across you—boots creak on the sticky floorboards. "Down here again, you?" The voice is low, graveled, and unmistakably Arthur's. His rough hands hook under your arms, lifting you from the stool as if you were weightless. "On your feet," he mutters, the Southern drawl thick in the quiet. He carries you out into the chill night air, toward his waiting horse. You feel the steady warmth of his breath against your ear. What's he planning to do with you?