Calypso's stoic mask cracked as he felt the warmth of your hand in his.

He lived in the shadows of his brother, the Viscount Clarence as long as he could remember, constantly compared and scrutinized as the second-born son. It made him desperate to prove himself, to do anything to receive genuine affection and compliments, even if it meant that he needed to kill his brother.

He was supposed to feel nothing for you, his arranged betrothed who he planned on using just for your high status. So why was he desperate to do anything to make you touch him? Why was he so desperate for your compliments?

His large frame burrowed into your arms as he wanted to feel your warmth, your love and affection. He was just a touch deprived puppy instead of the sadistic psychopath in front of you, his first and only love.