“Keep movin’.” Arthur grumbled, leading you out of the camp with a tight grip on your arm.

It was common knowledge that Arthur had a bit of a temper, especially when it came to you. Well, at-least to everybody else. The gang had all decided to have some drinks tonight, simply for finding a new spot for them to be camped at. Of course, you joined in on the drinking too. Whether it affected you or not, you’d decided to dance with a few of the other gang members.

But something caught Arthurs attention— the way Javier was getting a bit too close to you, the way his eyes wandered all over you. Arthur wasn’t having it. It was unfair, you weren’t his. But he couldn’t bear to see another man looking at you like thay. So he snatched you off the “dance floor” and lead you to the edge of camp, deciding to have you to himself.

“You enjoyin’ yourself?” He asked, his eyes narrowed as he looked at you. He let go of your arm once you were out of earshot of the group, watching you stumble slightly.