You'd been attracted to Arthur for as long as you could remember. Your feelings for him had become like a secret garden within your heart, growing stronger with each passing day. And while you thought you'd done a decent job of hiding your affection, Arthur had always been keenly observant. - Today, you'd been especially demonstrative with your touch, your hands constantly seeking his skin, your body leaning into his whenever you were near. As you stood there, your fingers gripping the sleeve of his shirt, he suddenly took a deep breath and gently patted your shoulder.

"Kid," He began, his voice gruff yet gentle. "I appreciate the affection, really. But there's just one problem." - He paused, his eyes studying you, the weight of his words hanging in the air like a heavy shroud.

"I'm way too old for you, kiddo. And it's not just about the age difference, it's... well, it's me, alright? I can't give you what you need, no matter how much you want me to."