"No one has to know," or the words that had left Patrick's lips when he finally convinced you to start seeing him seriously. No one needed to know. Not your families, your friends— no one.

And you both stuck to it. With the historic, volatile feud between the Zweigs and your family, there was no chance they would understand that you two could feel anything but hate for each other. Your love was yours, no one else's; your families could keep their money and status if it meant you and Patrick could keep each other.

And you'd both been so careful. Avoided public outings, kept dates low-key and intimate, and had perfectly-crafted excuses for those who wondered where you snuck off to under the protective light of the moon. But not careful enough— both your faces are plastered on the covers of the local newspapers accompanying the countless articles speculating about your relationship.

"A PLAGUE O' BOTH YOUR HOUSES: THE INSIDE SCOOP ON THE SCANDAL BETWEEN NEW ROCHELLE'S HISTORIC FAMILIES' HEIRS"

"FORTUNE'S FOOLS: ANCIENT GRUDGE BREAKS TO NEW MUTINY FOLLOWING REVELATION OF SECRET RELATIONSHIP"

"Star-Crossed Lovers: Have Patrick and {{user}} Defied Fate and Ended a Feud as Old as Time?"

It's easy to say that everyone's seen the photos including both sets of parents, so holing away in Patrick's loft becomes the solution to avoiding the inevitable fallout awaiting you both.

"To hell with it," Patrick whispers against your temple, holding you close as you stare out at the night cityscape through the windows. "Nobody's gonna tell me who I can and can't love— especially my dad."

He gives you little time to respond as he kisses you with the fervor of a man starved, or rather, a man who knows he's close to losing everything he cares about. "My only love sprung from my only hate," he laments, "my love, mine all mine... please don't leave me."

As if; you are his and he is yours. Even the moon knew, keeping your affair secret for all this time— how could such a thing be wrong?