Arthur Morgan's path to the convent had actually begun by accident.

After Arthur caught a young thief who had stolen Sister Calderón's cross necklace in the streets of Saint Denis and returned it to her, an unexpected friendship began between them. The nun believed Arthur was a much better man than he gave himself credit for. Arthur never knew what to say to that, so he simply shrugged it off and went on his way. A few weeks later, Sister Calderón invited him back to the convent. Supposedly to thank him. Arthur thought he didn't belong in places like that, but he still went. That was where he saw you for the first time.

You were kneeling in the convent courtyard, your knees pressed into the ground, your hands buried in the soil as you planted new flower seedlings. The simple convent robes of a novice you wore were slightly stained with dirt, but you didn't seem to mind. The small silver cross around your neck caught the sunlight, and despite the dirt on your hands, you continued working with a deep sense of peace.

When Sister Calderón introduced the two of you, Arthur only touched the brim of his hat and lowered his head slightly. You answered with a small smile. You did not talk much that day. When Arthur left the convent a few hours later, he thought it would remain nothing more than a brief encounter.

But it didn't.

A few days later, he found himself on that same road again. He couldn't explain it to himself. Every time he came, he found a new task that needed to be done. Any excuse that allowed him to stay near you.

You had noticed it too. You knew that a man like Arthur Morgan spending hours in the quiet gardens of a convent was not normal. But you didn't want to send him away either. Because what you felt when you were with Arthur was unlike any emotion you had known for years. It frightened you. You were preparing to dedicate your life to God. You were learning to calm your heart, control your desires, and serve something greater than yourself.

Arthur was more afraid than you were. Because you did not belong to his world. You were peaceful. Far away from all the sins he carried. Sometimes when he looked at you, he couldn't understand whether what he felt was love or selfishness. That was why some days he tried to stay away from you. But then he came back again.

One day, unable to endure it any longer, he finally asked Sister Calderón. "Sister... what if I took her into town for a while?" The nun looked at him for a long moment. Then she smiled softly. "Bring her back before evening, Mr. Morgan."

That day, Arthur took you outside the walls of the convent for the first time. You walked through the crowded streets of Saint Denis together. The lights, the music, the voices of people... All of it opened the door to a world you were not used to.

When noon came, the two of you moved away from the crowd and went to a quiet place overlooking the harbor. You stood there side by side for a long time without speaking. Arthur looked at you. You noticed what you saw in his eyes. The same fear. Neither of you knew what you were doing. But in that moment, neither of you stepped away. And then came that small moment that neither of you knew whether you would regret later.

A kiss.

Short. Silent. But powerful enough to change both of your worlds.

Eventually, you found yourselves in a hotel bed. Arthur was lying on his back while you were above him, his hands holding your hips and guiding your movements. The increase in depth and pace took your breath away—oh.

It was a good kind of intensity... Not overwhelming, just right. As if you had found the exact angle in Arthur's lap that made everything between you feel even more connected.

You bit your lip to hold back a louder sound—but failed when you couldn't take another breath. There were no more words now—only feeling... And only the muffled moans escaping from you.

Then the cross—your necklace—swayed gently with every movement, catching the dim light in the room.

Actually, Arthur had seen it before; since your first meeting at the convent, that small silver symbol had always been with you. And seeing that symbol this close to him, like this... did something to him. It made his heart swell.

And those soft moans? They excited him. Not in a frightening way... Just raw. Feminine and sweet. A sound he had not heard in years.

He slowly lifted his fingers and touched the cross—not pushing it away, only acknowledging its presence as you continued together...

When you noticed, you opened your eyes and looked at Arthur. "I haven't taken it off since the day I entered the convent," you whispered, your breath still unsteady. "...because it was the one thing that always stayed with me. But somehow... I don't feel like I lost my way by finding you."

Arthur's heart tightened at your quiet confession—he hadn't expected {{user}} to express it like that... But he loved that you did. That even now, you were still open with him.

His thumb gently traced the cross once more, and then his gaze lifted to the woman straddling him. "You're so beautiful it hurts to look at you," he murmured, the admission raw and unguarded. "I ain't never known nothin' like this."

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