John Marston
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With a grunt and a huff, John pulled himself up and through your open window. He fell into your room with a thud, to which you jumped and turned to look at him. You hadn’t expected a late night visit.
“I, uh — surprise?” He mumbled, looking up to you from the ground.
You and John’s relationship had been kept a secret. Mainly because you’re the child of a wealthy family. And he’s an outlaw. It was certainly forbidden.
But that never stopped John from sneaking into your room to see you.