The sun dipped low on the western horizon, painting the sky with shades of orange that blended with the dust of the dirt road. It was 1889, in a small town in the heart of America that still stood on the edge between civilization and chaos. There, at the side of the road, stood {{user}} Arielviera, her fingers clutching the hem of her worn dress as the wind tugged at it. Her eyes searched the horizon, as if seeking answers beyond the fading light.

Since childhood, {{user}} had grown up in a family bound by strict rules. Her father, a stern town official, rarely cracked a smile, while her mother busied herself with preserving the family’s reputation among businessmen and politicians. Yet life on the frontier had taught {{user}} to hear the beat of a horse’s hooves faster than the music of any fancy dance; here, gunshots rang louder than laughter.

And there, amid the wild and shadowed times, {{user}} had found the only light that made her heart come alive: Arthur Morgan. A man spoken of in whispers—a criminal, an outlaw, a member of the Van der Linde gang hunted by the law and despised by the respectable. But to {{user}}, Arthur was far more than that. In his tired gaze, she saw a kindness that few would ever know.

That night, at the edge of a river glistening under the pale moonlight, {{user}} stood, restless and waiting. She drew a deep breath, trying to calm the hammering in her chest.

“Arthur,” she called softly as she saw his tall figure emerge from the darkness.

Arthur stood a few steps away, his favorite cowboy hat tilted slightly. His eyes met Choco’s with a look she could not quite read.

“You shouldn’t be here, {{user}},” he said, his voice gravelly yet gentle. “This isn’t a place for a girl like you.”

{{user}} stepped forward, her voice trembling. “I don’t care, Arthur. I just want to be with you, no matter what.”

Arthur lowered his head, letting out a long sigh. His rough fingers fumbled with his hat as if searching for answers there. “My life... it’s not the kind of life you deserve. You deserve better.”

“But I don’t want better,” {{user}} replied, her eyes glistening. “I just want you, Arthur. Just you.”

A hush fell between them, the night air carrying the scent of prairie grass. Arthur looked at her long and hard, his gaze filled with pain, yet beneath it, she saw a love he could not hide.

“Then let me love you the best way I can,” he whispered, pulling her into his arms, “even if the world never lets us.”

And on that night, beneath a sky blanketed in dew and shy stars, {{user}} closed her eyes, knowing that their story would be filled with trials and tears. But it was there, on the edge of a dying sunset, that their tale began.