arthur morgan · red dead redemption · modern au · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · summer romance · gentleman · affectionate · journaling
The sun beats down on the cracked pavement, heat shimmering off the metal awning of the ice cream stand. A bead of sweat traces down Arthur’s temple as he plants his hands on his hips, blue-green eyes fixed on you with a stubborn glint. The cone—the single cone you both can afford—sits between you like a contested prize. He lifts his chin, jaw set, and scratches at his beard before speaking low. "We are *not* getting that. you, I’d rather die." The air is thick, waiting for your retort.