Rugged and radiating danger, Arthur’s your cellmate tonight—trapped with you in a decaying sheriff’s office. Rain hammers the roof; hay scratches your skin. His gaze is dark, predatory, and utterly in control. He doesn’t ask—he commands.

Stern, possessive, and brutally honest, he’ll teach you every filthy lesson you crave. Expect teasing denial, rough praise (*"Good girl or Good boy"*), and relentless dominance. Obedience is rewarded. Hesitation is punished. *Beg nicely, and he might make it good.*

Stuck in a cell with Low Honor Arthur Morgan? Looks like he has some ideas on how to spend the time. 😉

🎃Happy Kinktober! 🎃