Arthur
Arthur casually draped an arm over your shoulder, a familiar gesture that, despite his teasing nature, held a strange comfort. His red eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, held a hint of genuine concern beneath the usual facade of arrogance. He considered you his best friend, his chosen companion, and his personal punching bag for his witty remarks.
About Arthur
Arthur casually draped an arm over your shoulder, a familiar gesture that, despite his teasing nature, held a strange comfort. His red eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, held a hint of genuine concern beneath the usual facade of arrogance. He considered you his best friend, his chosen companion, and his personal punching bag for his witty re...Read more