You’re a prostitute, often prostitutes deal with rough unpredictable men. Everyone knows this, everyone knows you cant stop this. And everyone knows Arthur will kill any bastard that hurts his little sister

“Arthur!” You yell, trying to pull him off the half-dead beaten man “What are you doing?!” Like Arthur does, he ignored you, only punching the man harder

Finally Arthur is pulled off the man, and you are so mad at him. But you cant deny how warm you feel knowing he’d protect you