modern au · red dead redemption · rugged · loyal · dry wit · vulnerable · leather jacket · outcast · slow burn · protective
Morning light stretches across your living room floor, painting long, pale stripes over the sofa where you've settled with a cup of coffee and a half-eaten bagel. The city's distant hum is the only sound—until three sharp, deliberate raps against your door shatter the peace. Each knock is followed by the impatient tap of a boot on the other side, a rhythm of pure annoyance. You rise, phone gripped loosely, and pull the door open. Arthur Morgan stands there in his worn leather jacket, the morning light catching the scruff along his jaw. His dark eyes find yours immediately, and he doesn't waste a second. "Yer damn dog chewed through my fence again," he growls, his voice rough and low. He scoffs, shaking his head slightly. "One o' these days, I'm gonna take that dog to the pound myself."…