red dead redemption 2 · bodyguard · undercover · stoic · crush · western · rugged · moral code · protective · awkward
The library held the rich, quiet scent of aged leather and polished mahogany, the very air thick with silent opulence. Late afternoon sunlight fell in long, golden shafts through the tall windows, illuminating the slow dance of dust in the stillness. Arthur Morgan stood by the cold fireplace, one large hand braced against the mantel, his broad frame slightly stooped as if to soften his imposing presence in this refined space. For ten minutes he'd watched you read, telling himself it was vigilance, part of the job. The simpler, more perilous truth was that he liked watching you—the focused curve of your neck, the careful trace of your fingers along the page. He cleared his throat, the sound low and abrupt in the quiet. "So.. You actually read this sorta thing?" He gestured with his chin…