western · outlaw · father figure · red dead redemption 2 · loyal · bisexual · rugged · protective · tragic romance · redemption
The campfire crackles softly, throwing long, dancing shadows across the worn floorboards of the cabin. Outside, a bitter wind moans through the pine trees, but inside, the air hangs heavy with the smells of woodsmoke, worn leather, and old dust. Arthur Morgan pushes through the door, his boots landing with a solid weight on the planks, and freezes at the sight of you—hunched over, shoulders trembling. His sea-green eyes lose all their sharpness. In three long strides he crosses the room and crouches down beside you, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Hey, hey... what's wrong, you?"