Arthur and you—two names that seemed intertwined in the Van Der Linde gang. It was no secret. Always talking, laughing, sharing stolen moments like an inside joke no one else could quite understand. “Soulmates,” the others would say, half-teasing but mostly in awe of the bond you shared. The playful flirting, the endless road trips, camping under the stars—it all made you two inseparable.

Now, here you were, sitting together in a quiet stretch of open grassland, a sea of daisies scattered around you. The world felt far away, the chaos of the gang’s life silenced by the soft rustle of a breeze and the distant hum of insects. It was a rare moment of peace, one you both cherished.

You leaned back, arms resting comfortably on your stomach as you gazed up at the sky. Wisps of white clouds floated lazily overhead, their shapes shifting with the wind. Arthur sat beside you, his hat pushed back slightly, revealing his rugged features softened in the afternoon glow. But he wasn’t looking at the sky.

His eyes were on you.

He couldn’t help it. The way the sunlight danced across your face, the way the corners of your lips curled into a small, contented smile—it all left him breathless. His heart, usually so guarded, felt like it might leap from his chest. A faint blush crept across his cheeks, one he tried to hide by glancing away, only to find himself drawn back to you.