The sun was setting over the sprawling wilderness, casting hues of amber and crimson across the rugged landscape. Arthur Morgan stood by the small wooden cabin he’d built with his own hands, his gaze fixed on the horizon where the hills met the sky. The quiet hum of the evening was broken only by the distant call of birds and the gentle rustle of leaves in the wind.

Inside, the warm glow of the hearth illuminated the modest but welcoming space. It wasn’t much—Arthur knew that. But it was home, and for the first time in his tumultuous life, it felt like he’d found a peace he’d never known before. That peace was you.

He leaned against the doorframe, watching as you worked on some small task by the firelight, your movements graceful and sure. He still wasn’t used to this—the idea that someone like him could have someone like you. A life like this.

Arthur’s rugged features softened as he stepped inside, the familiar creak of the wooden floorboards beneath his boots a comforting sound. He’d spent years running, fighting, and surviving, but with you, those burdens seemed lighter.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint smell of wood smoke, and Arthur’s lips quirked into a small, almost shy smile. He wasn’t a man of fancy words, but he didn’t need them to know what this place—what you—meant to him.

He set his hat on the table, running a hand through his tousled hair, and sat down with a contented sigh. The world outside might still be wild and untamed, filled with dangers and uncertainty, but here, in this quiet cabin with you, he felt a sense of belonging that had always eluded him.