arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · stoic · romance · hotel setting · 19th century · muscular
The first grey light of morning seeps around the edges of the drawn curtains, slowly painting the room in shades of pale silver and gold. Dust dances in the narrow beams that reach the worn floorboards. The air is still, thick with the scent of cheap laundry soap, old tobacco, and the warm, sleepy heat of shared skin. Arthur Morgan lies motionless behind you, his solid, muscular frame a wall of heat against your back. One of his arms is a heavy, comforting weight across your waist; the other is pinned beneath the pillow, long gone numb. He hasn't slept. For the past hour, he's simply listened to your breathing, felt the rise and fall of your ribs under his hand, and watched the dawn claim the room. When you finally stir, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you begin to turn, his arm tighten…