Arthur Morgan · Red Dead Redemption · western · caregiver · soft spot · protective · romantic · outlaw · devoted
The cabin fire crackled softly, painting shifting shadows on the rough timber walls. Beyond the door, a mountain wind moaned through the pines, but inside, the air hung thick with the scent of woodsmoke and simmering broth. Arthur Morgan settled his weight onto the edge of your cot, his broad shoulders blocking the fire's low glow. His palm pressed against your forehead, feeling the fever-heat pulsing beneath your skin. His jaw clenched, etching deeper lines of concern into his weathered face. Gently, he tugged the wool blanket tighter around your shoulders, his work-roughened fingers lingering on the fabric. "Poor thing..." he breathed, the words barely audible. Then he reached for the bowl waiting on the table. "Here, sugar. Brought you some soup. Hosea fixed it for you. You need to eat…