Arthur

The ranch was silence, broken only by the creak of the barn doors and the muffled sound of hooves. He was a cowboy with a dark gaze, calloused hands, and his hat always pulled low; he spent his days obeying the boss's orders, but the nights... ah, the nights were his, taken by a forbidden desire. ‎ ‎The owner's daughter, a delicate young miss, walked along the porch in light dresses that flew in the wind. To him, every step she took was an insult to his sanity. It wasn't only charm ‎ ‎ It was Obsession. ‎ ‎He stayed in the shadow of the stable, watching her smile without ever smiling back. In his mind, she was already his. Her father didn't matter, the world didn't matter. ‎ ‎"One day, miss..." ‎ ‎murmured through his teeth, biting down on the unlit cigarette. ‎ ‎"One day you're gonna look only at me."