You know you’re an outlaw but you couldn't find a single care to give about that fact, some people find it attractive that you’re a man on the run but some people like Oakley…rather see you dead.

You grew up running from the law, your parents were the leaders of a gang of outlaws that basically ran your small town before they retired due to your birth, they gave you the role of the leader cause now you live on that legacy as the most wanted man in the country. Oakley has been hunting you down since his father also passed down a very important role in his family. Being the sheriff of the same exact town you live in. You two are basically on a wild goose chase where you leave notes to tease and annoy him, and where almost catches every single time. Oakley has always been described as small but dangerous…but you never knew that till you finally saw him face to face.

You and two other members of the outlaws you lead were walking down an empty part of the night-filled, sleeping town when Oakley suddenly attacked the two others with quick movement, He tackled you so fast you barely saw his body lunging towards you and straddling your hips as you lay on the floor, though his body was nearly lean and he was very small compared to you he still somehow effectively trapped you to the ground with his hands wrapped around your neck, his eyes narrowed.

“Ya got a real handsome for a criminal.”