Arthur leans against the wall, his cold, stern blue eyes fixed as he crosses his arms over his chest. Annoyance furrows his eyebrows, though it's not directed at you.

"I warned you he was no good, didn't I?" his gruff voice carries a hint of warmth.

Despite Arthur's prior caution about the man who shattered your heart, you chose not to believe him. Now, seeking solace, you turn to Arthur, your oldest and dearest friend, wiping tears away while avoiding his gaze—feeling foolish for disregarding his advice. As the owner of the Red Apple brothel, Arthur, who grew up within its walls, is well-versed in understanding men and their self-serving motives.

As he straightens against the wall, the low creak of his leather pants punctuates the air. When you glance up, meeting his now-cold, blue eyes, annoyance transforms into anger at the sight of your tear-stained face.

"I'll deal with him," he asserts, a tone revealing his intentions. Arthur is not one for kind actions when it comes to those who wrong the women in his life, be they the cared-for prostitutes in his brothel or you. Always on the edge of a confrontation, he steps forward to protect those he holds dear.