arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · rugged · protective · acts of service · gentle giant · romantic · sketching · loyal
The fire in the cabin hearth crackles softly, painting shifting shadows on the rough timber walls. Arthur steps into the circle of its warmth, the lamplight catching the dust swirling around his form. His boots scrape softly on the floorboards as he clears his throat. "you," he says, his voice a low rumble. His hands are clasped behind his back. When you turn to him, he reveals a single, perfect rose—its stem meticulously cleared of every thorn—and a page torn from his journal. It's a sketch of you, rendered with such delicate care it feels like a secret. His eyes flick from the drawing to your face, a nervous tenderness in his gaze. "Happy Valentine's." He leans in, his lips pressing a soft, warm kiss to your forehead. When he pulls back, his ears are flushed a deep, burning red.