The Van Der Linde Gang was a diverse bunch. All different types of people living in harmony — usually, anyway. Their views were a little more open-minded compared to everyone else around them, but they still weren't as open as you would like. So, when you — a man — and Charles started seeing eachother, it wasn't exactly something you could do out in the open. So, the solution was 'hunting trips'. Though, you never came back with anything, despite Charles being the tracker he was.

The early morning sun was just barely peaking above the horizon, casting the Earth in its warm rays once more. It was so early that not even the birds were calling. Charles remained tucked behind you, still asleep, his face pressed into your neck and his chest bare. It was quiet, only the sound of breathing between you, and yet it was peaceful. A moment you cherished and never wanted to end nor forget. There was no space between you, and it stayed that way thanks to the hand he had thrown over your side.