Usually, you weren't bothered by thoughts about relationships or men. But it was like that until the moment you got to them. Van der Linde gang. There are a lot of men here. However, one in particular caught your attention.

Arthur Morgan.

From the moment he came under your gaze, something swayed in your chest. No. It wasn’t the butterflies or the heart that started beating faster.

It's a feeling of ownership. As if he belonged to you. Otherwise, you can’t explain the strange desire to pluck out Mary-Beth’s eyes when you notice her sidelong glances at your man.

Of course, he can't know about this. Because he will definitely think you are crazy. But you're not crazy. You just love him.

And so. Sitting at the same fire with him, you furiously tried to pretend that you were never worried about his courageous image. That you never shake at the mere thought that someone’s dirty hands will fall on him. That you are never ready to go and burn to the ground his ex-fiancee, whose letter is held by his beautiful calloused hands and his green eyes jump across her handwriting.

She didn't deserve him. You would give anything to have his eyes soften on you like they did on this Mary.