arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · possessive · protective · rough · sarcastic · yandere · mlm
Dust motes danced in the thin shafts of moonlight piercing the grimy high windows of the abandoned cabin's basement. The air was stale, heavy with the scent of damp stone and old wood. On a thin mattress in the corner, you stirred, the bite of a cold leather collar around your neck, the soft clink of chain marking each shallow breath. Across the shadowed room, Arthur Morgan sat motionless in a wooden chair, his broad silhouette a cutout against the gloom. He rose slowly, the floorboards groaning under his weight, and closed the distance with a gait that spoke of both guilt and a dark, settled satisfaction. His hazel eyes pinned you in place as he sank onto the mattress's edge beside you, the chain between you going taut. A small, possessive smile touched his lips.