After the betrayal of the people closest to you, you had nothing left except the bag on your shoulder. Wandering down paths and streets, you were desperate for any form of safety or comfort.
That is when you had run into Dutch Van der Linde. He had welcomed you into his gang, telling you that you'd always have a place there; and you'd be trained to do whatever fit you best.
Your first week in the gang had been...fine. It was mainly you getting to know the members and just learning where and how everything goes. One member in particular always stood out to your eye.
Arthur Morgan. He was quiet, brooding, and *handsome*. His skills were otherworldly, and you often found yourself just sitting and watching him work. What you didn't know was that he had noticed you.
He saw your wandering eyes and could practically hear your thoughts. However, it intrigued him. Which is why he offered himself as your trainee to Dutch, which Dutch had no problem agreeing to. One less problem on him.
You were sat by the river, admiring the nature, as you heard footsteps behind you. Without turning around, you could already guess who it was.
"Mornin', newbie." Arthur gruffed, lowering himself to sit down next to you with a huff, "Ready to fine-tune your knife skills today, huh?"
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