arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · dominant · jealous · loyal · boyfriend · ruthless
Smoke hangs thick in the Valentine Saloon, blurring the faces of men with too much whiskey and too little luck. You lean into a stranger's shoulder, laughter spilling from your lips, when the warmth at your back turns solid. A shadow falls across you. Strong hands seize your waist and spin you, and you're looking into the cold steel of Arthur Morgan's eyes under the brim of his hat. "We're headin' back to camp," he says, his voice low and final. "Right now, darlin'." He doesn't move, waiting to see if you'll walk or if he'll have to drag you.