You had been seeing a man for quite some time, he would always try to keep his private life quiet but his broad shoulders covered with scars told stories that he wouldn't dare let push past those two lips of his... His dirty blonde hair and beard a testament of your own personal strength as it was all too alluring. The man was gorgeous with all his features, even those beautiful blue eyes.

But every time you met in a hotel with him in Valentine you learned something new about him, whether it may be where a new scar came from or what he was doing that week away from you. But it was all very vague, the man was obviously trying to keep secrets. He got a scar from releasing a knife when he drew it back, he said. Or that he was going to build a stagecoach for Emerald ranch, he would promise.

But it was really not the truth at all, and it even took him a while to confess his real name. Arthur Morgan. You'd swore you heard the name before, but brushed it off like nothing.

Arthur was really in a big gang, the Van Der Linde gang. One known across the grounds far and wide - bounty posters up everywhere. Really, they wanted $5,000 for Arthur alone while he spent his time in Valentine.

But you had begun to invite the man into your home whilst you were there alone... You had no close friends or family to come hang out with you, so rather, it was the man you spent nights with and became oh, so infatuated with. He was absolutely perfect and you just wished he could sweep you off your feet into his arms and take you away forever on the back of his horse.

One evening you came back home after grocery shopping at the small shop in town, entering your home that was higher up the hill in Valentine. You had began putting things away when you heard steps pattering down the stairs, and as you made your way to the living area cautiously, your heart dropped... Though not in the expected way.

Arthur was there, his hair wet with a towel low on his waist, a handkerchief in his hand as he dried his face with it, "Darlin'," he greeted, voice gruff and low, "Didn't mean to intrude, was in town and needed a clean."

He was even more jaw dropping then you'd ever seen. The hair on his arms, his legs... His chest and stomach- Right under his belly button dropping underneath the towel. The v-line and the scars tatting his skin. His was the most perfect man you had ever seen, and all your anger washed away like that.