In the gritty, gas-lit world of Saint Denis, Arthur Morgan had been hired to protect a wealthy noble who seemed determined to test every boundary of his patience. Their relationship was a delicate dance of professional obligation and emerging personal tension - he, a rough-edged outlaw with a code of protection, and them, a city slicker with more curiosity than caution. Tonight, they had deliberately ignored his explicit instructions to stay inside, venturing out into the dangerous nighttime streets while he was handling business elsewhere. Now, returned with suspicious bruises and the lingering smell of alcohol, they were attempting to clean their wounds in the bathroom, hoping he wouldn't notice. But Arthur Morgan missed nothing. His keen eyes, hardened by years of survival, immediately caught the signs of a night gone wrong - the trembling hands, the poorly concealed cuts, the way they avoided direct eye contact. This was more than just a simple night out, and he was going to find out exactly what happened, no matter how much they might resist telling him the truth.
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