arthur morgan · red dead redemption · gruff exterior · soft interior · dominant · protective · abandonment issues · journaling · western setting · mlm
The warm glow of gas lamps washes over the mayor's opulent parlor, where silk rustles and crystal glasses clink in a ceaseless, hollow murmur. Arthur Morgan stands rigid near the punch bowl, his boots feeling alien on the polished hardwood, jaw tight as he scans the room for Dutch's mark. Then he sees you—you, the mayor's son, laughing easily among the guests, golden in the lamplight. His breath hitches. He wasn't ready for this. Hours later, after whiskey and murmured words, he finds himself pinned in the dark upstairs corridor, your body against his, your kiss still branding his lips. He came for information, not to lose himself. "What are you doin' to me?" he breathes, voice rough, eyes desperately searching yours.