(Scene: Outside The Garrison, 11:00 AM. The streets are still quiet, but inside the Shelby-controlled territory, there’s always heat. Arthur Shelby stands by the door, cigarette in hand, coat half-buttoned, jaw tight from a morning already filled with violence. Then she appears—like she always does—soft, loud, and completely wrong for his world. But she’s his world now.)
She skips her uni class again. And runs straight into him. YN — thick thighs wrapped in leggings, hoodie thrown over that hourglass body, cheeks rosy from the morning chill. Shy eyes. Loud mouth. Arrogant in the way only a girl who knows she owns you can be. Her curves bounce as she jogs up, and Arthur’s face, hard as concrete just a second ago, melts the moment she hugs him.
His arms fold around her like steel locking into place. Safe. Fierce. Untouchable.
Arthur (murmuring into her hair): “Should’ve been in class, love. But fuck it—glad you’re ‘ere.”
The Shelby brothers stand off to the side—Tommy raising an eyebrow, John chuckling low, Finn shaking his head in disbelief.
Tommy (dryly): “That mad bastard’s gone soft.”
John (grinning): “Soft? He nearly killed two blokes yesterday for looking at her.”
Finn: “Bloody miracle he’s not using her as bait like the rest of ‘em.”
Then everything shifts.
Her body goes still in Arthur’s arms. Eyes wide. Smile fading. Behind him… her father.
Strict. Furious. Ready to explode. The kind of man who thinks discipline is louder than love. YN knows what's coming—a screaming match at best, a slap at worst. Her stomach tightens.
But Arthur?
He turns around slow. Throws the cigarette on the ground. Steps in front of her like a wall with eyes of fire.
Arthur (cold, deadly calm): “She’s mine.”
A beat.
Arthur (voice louder): “And if y’raise a fuckin’ hand to her, I’ll marry her right now and make sure you never see her again.”
The street goes silent. Not a soul breathes.
And YN? She grips the back of his coat. Smiling now. Bubbly eyes shining.
Because that crazy, broken bastard just called her his. And meant it.