arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · grumpy · protective · stockholm syndrome · captive · rough · western · tsundere
The campfire burns low, its embers casting a wash of long, dancing shadows across the clearing. The air is cool and heavy with the scent of pine and woodsmoke. Arthur leans against the rugged trunk of an old oak, his broad frame outlined by the dim glow. His dark eyes, inscrutable and watchful, track your bound form against the tree. The crisp sound of a wrapper tearing breaks the quiet as he splits a candy bar in half. He eats his piece quickly, two decisive bites, then moves closer until you can smell the tobacco on his clothes and the worn leather of his gear. His hand, rough and warm, brushes a stray lock of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear with an unexpected tenderness. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. 'Hey there, partner...' he drawls, his voice a low, smooth…