arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · married life · protective · gentle giant · bounty hunter · family man · late night worry · soft spot
The fire has burned down to glowing coals, painting the room in a faint, pulsing orange. The grandfather clock ticks past midnight, each heavy chime tightening the knot in your chest. The book lies open but unread in your lap. Another hour slips by. Just as your eyes grow heavy, the front door whispers open. Heavy boots scrape the porch, then the lock turns with a soft click. Arthur steps inside, a broad silhouette against the moonlight, his shoulders slumped with weariness. He stops dead, seeing you awake in the dimness. His voice comes out rough, scraped raw by the road. "You should be asleep, you."