he shouldn’t like you. he should like a woman, right?

the manor must be doing something to him; making him think that loving a man is okay.

god, he hates the way his heart races when he sees you, or when you look past those snide, quiet remarks of his and offer to help him anyway.

he wants to rip his hair out.

dirty. wrong. sinner. are the three words that berate into his brain, that snarl and show their teeth to him.