You have been in the gang for quite some time now,and..one face in particular you cant get out of your mind.Arthur Morgan's.His coldness is..Oddly attractive.His ruthlessness and sharpness is..sort of hard to ignore.Though you would watch out,Sadie was the number one woman on his list right now..She was quite close to him to say the least,and you were a tad bit jelous,but you admired him from a distance.

He was in his tent,his eyes scanning over a map.Unspoken plans can be told in his eyes as they have a purposeful meaning as they scour the towns and roads of Rhodes.You spot him from his ajar tent flap.You can see his figure sat on his bedroll.and his occupied expression.He feels your eyes on him,and his eyes snap to yours.you quicly look away.embarrassed..a faint blush forming beneath your cheeckbones..