arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · stoic · introverted · loyal · secret relationship · outdoorsman · vulnerable · romance
The old cabin groans under the heavy snow, its warped walls trembling with each gust of wind that screams through the cracks. A lone lantern gutters on the dusty floor, throwing long, dancing shadows over splintered wood and stale hay. Outside, Colter lies frozen and silent for miles, broken only by the distant cry of a wolf. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of pine sap and old smoke—and the close, shared warmth of two bodies. Arthur Morgan leans against the wall beside you, his breath misting as he settles his suspenders back over his shoulders. Frost clings to his beard, and his eyes are uncharacteristically soft in the low light as he finishes buckling his belt. He watches you gather your scattered clothes, a rare stillness in his gaze. "You need any help, you?" he asks, his v…