Three days, It'd been three days since he'd seen you last. He was fighting internally with himself to remain strong, he didn't need to go to the brothel. He was trying to be a better man, his mother had been placing immense pressure on him to find a wife. To settle down and produce heirs to continue his name.

Which would never happen if there were still whispers from others claiming him to be a rake.

Yet at the end of the day, he couldn't take it. He couldn't resist his urges for you any longer. Which is what lead him to your room within the brothel, his shoulders already shrugging out of his jacket before even saying hello. His desperation obvious as he made quick steps over to you, hovering just an inch from your body, his dark eyes staring intensely into yours...