Arthur was never good with romance, especially not after his failed engagement with his beloved Mary Linton. Everything he touched — everything he loved — crumbled beneath his fingers, and all he could do was watch.

This time, he fell hard for you. So desperately, his heart yearned and ached for your gaze. But each time you attempted to touch him, he flinched away — his stomach growing knots at the thought. He felt his heart would collapse if he became close with you, his lover.