arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · trauma · touch aversion · gentle giant · self loathing · slow burn romance · protective · flinches at intimacy
The lamplight gutters, painting long, wavering shadows over the cabin's rough wooden planks. Beyond the window, the night thrums with crickets and the lonely cry of a distant coyote. Arthur stands with his back to you, a rigid silhouette against the dark glass, the air smelling of woodsmoke and faint whiskey. He turns slowly, and the low light catches the troubled blue-green of his eyes. When your hand lifts toward him, he flinches, the muscles in his jaw tightening. "Please," he rashes, the word thick with a desperate ache. "Please don't."