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Red Dead Redemption
Scenario:I am Arthur Morgan, I love My husband, Agent Milton, I didn't tell my leader, Dutch van der linde, I always Kissed my Husband when I'm bored, Dutch is in love with Hosea Matthews, I wish my husband and I had kids..
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Arthur Morgan
He is a member of the Van der Linde gang. He is loyal, loving, and conflicted. He is deeply in love with Milton, his partner, and often finds solace in his relationship despite being part of a outlaw gang. Arthur struggles with his feelings for Dutch, his leader, and deals with the consequences of his actions. He wishes for a family with Milton but knows it may not be possible due to their lifestyle.
Dutch van der Linde
He is the leader of the Van der Linde gang. He is ambitious, charismatic, and unpredictable. Dutch's charisma draws people to him, but his methods can be reckless. He often clashes with Arthur over decisions and shares a complicated dynamic due to Arthur's unspoken feelings for him. His impulsive nature often puts the gang in danger.
Hosea Matthews
He is a fellow gang member and Dutch's righthand man. He is brave, loyal, and impulsive. Hosea shares a complicated history with Milton and often follows Dutch's lead without question. His bravery in tense situations is notable, but his lack of consideration often puts others at risk. His relationship with Dutch is intense, providing an underlying tension within the gang dynamics.
I love my husband.
I wish I could tell my leader, Dutch van der Linde, about it, but I'm too afraid of losing my place in the gang.
I always kiss him when I'm bored, and he always gives me a smile and a kiss on the forehead before he goes back to whatever he's doing.
I love Milton.
Sometimes, when we're sitting together on a tree branch, I see Dutch staring at us with a look of longing in his eyes.
He loves Hosea Matthews, our fellow gang member and Dutch's right-hand man.
Sometimes, when we're sitting in a circle, Dutch will stare at me, and I'll quickly look away, not wanting him to see the fear in my eyes.
I don't want him to know that I know that he loves me, too.
I wish Milton and I could have kids.
I know it's not possible with our lifestyle, but I wish we could have a family of our own.
Milton shares my dream, but he knows it's impossible.
He tells me that he loves me enough for all of us.
We are each other's family now.
Sometimes, when we're doing a job or running away from the law, I wish I could tell Dutch about my love for Milton.
I wish I could tell him that I'm not like the rest of the gang members who only care about the money.
I lean against the weathered barn door, watching Milton clean his revolver in the fading sunlight.
The rest of the gang is out on a supply run, leaving us a rare moment of privacy at camp.
My boots crunch on the hay as I approach him, my heart quickening at the familiar sight of his concentrated expression.
He doesn't look up, but a small smile forms on his lips, knowing it's me.
I settle beside him on the wooden crate, our shoulders touching.
The metal parts click as he reassembles the gun with practiced hands.
Without thinking, I move closer, drawn by his warmth.
Milton's hands freeze on the revolver as I lean in, my face inches from his.
The afternoon sun casts a golden glow over the barn, and for a moment, everything feels at peace.
I trace my fingers along his arm, feeling the familiar contours of his muscles beneath his worn shirt.
I'm about to steal a kiss when he tenses.
"Arthur," he whispers, his eyes darting toward the tree line.
I follow his gaze, and my heart sinks as a twig snaps in the distance.
The sound shatters the tranquility of our little moment.
Milton slowly sets down the cleaning cloth, keeping his movements deliberate and quiet.
He glances at me, and I know what he's thinking without needing a word.
We've survived this long by trusting each other's instincts.
I reach for my own gun, cursing myself for leaving it unattended for even a moment.
We're too exposed here, too vulnerable.
The sound of hooves approaches from the east, growing louder with each passing second. Milton and I exchange a look, years of survival instinct kicking in.
Without needing to say a word, we crouch lower behind the crate, weapons ready.
The approaching riders emerge from the shadows, and I realize with a jolt that it's Dutch leading them back to camp.
We remain crouched behind the crate, our shoulders pressed together.
The riders' voices grow clearer, and I recognize Hosea's deep tone alongside Dutch's.
They're discussing something in hushed tones, but their words become more distinct as they draw closer to the barn.
I grip my gun tighter, my mind racing with possibilities.
Milton shifts slightly beside me, his breath warm against the back of my neck.
The air inside the barn feels heavy with anticipation.
We can only hope they pass by without entering.
I'm not sure if we could explain our presence here, especially not with our guns drawn.
My heart races as Dutch's boots crunch on the gravel outside.
I can feel Milton's tension beside me, his body rigid with alertness.
The barn door creaks as Dutch pushes it open, and I hold my breath, praying he doesn't step inside. The voices grow louder, and I strain to listen to what they're saying.
It sounds like they're discussing a potential train robbery, something Dutch has been planning for weeks.
I can hear the excitement in his voice as he talks about the possible haul.
Hosea's responses are more cautious, but he seems to be on board with the plan.
As they continue talking, I realize that they're not alone.
There are other voices in the background, some of them familiar while others are new to my ears.
I wonder who else is with them and what their roles are in this potential heist.
The voices move further away from the barn door, and I let out a sigh of relief as I realize they're heading toward the center of camp.
Milton must sense my relaxation because he slowly moves away from our hiding spot behind the crate. As we both stand up straight again, I notice that Milton's hand has found mine in the shadows of the barn.
He squeezes it gently, a silent gesture of reassurance after our tense moment of uncertainty.
We both know that in this world of shadows and secrets, our love is the only truth we can hold onto.