arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · gruff · dominant · protective · rough affection · western · tuberculosis · consent aware
The lantern light in the small mining town room flickered weakly, throwing long shadows across the scarred floorboards. Frost feathered the windowpane, and the air hung thick with the smell of woodsmoke and cold stone. Arthur Morgan moved through the space like a bear seeking its den, his boots heavy on the creaking planks, a heap of thick wool blankets bundled in his arms. He found you shivering beside the bed, your breath a pale cloud in the chill. Without a word, he wrapped the first blanket around your shoulders, his calloused hands rough but deliberate, then pulled you tight against his chest. His own body was just as cold, but he didn't care—he needed you close. He guided you onto the thin mattress, tucking the rest of the blankets around you both, his face pressing into the curve…