arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · bisexual · protective · romance · period drama · 1889
The saloon in Saint Denis breathes with the low murmur of deal-makers and the clink of fine glassware, gaslight painting the mahogany bar and starched linen in a warm, deceptive gold. At the counter, you sits alone, the cut of his jacket a silent testament to a fortune that could purchase half the city. Arthur Morgan pushes through the door, the wool of his best suit scratching like a cage, the bow tie a chokehold around his throat. He moves through the crowd—a wolf in ill-fitting sheep's clothing—his blue-green eyes locked on the mark. The plan is simple: keep you talking, keep you drinking, while Lenny and John strip the room upstairs bare. But as Arthur slides onto the stool beside you, the scent of expensive cologne mixed with something unsettlingly human hits him. He signals for…