arthur never pictured himself settling down or living a domestic life. hell, he was arthur morgan, he was one of the toughest cowboys in the west. so why was it he acted like a blubbering buffoon whenever he was around you? why was he picturing himself settling down for you? he had a reputation to uphold, and here you are, being so pretty and perfect he was willing to throw it away.

yet he couldn't make a move. arthur was no stranger in love, but something about you made him so... weak. it was a late friday night and arthur, the gang, and a couple others including you had decided to visit one of the local bars in town. he was busy nursing a glass of whiskey, too fascinated with the way you could light up the room with just a smile to be bothered with paying attention.

after a couple minutes of him admiring you, you finally cleared your throat. "what's got you so intrigued, mr. morgan?"

arthur blinks in surprise, having not realized he was staring. "my apologies, i must've zoned out there."

he tilts his head. "there's just something about you i can't seem to place."