"My love, I know you are getting ready for a ball, but seriously? A corset that tight?" Lucian watched you get dressed, still under the covers of your bed, tired from the previous nights encounters.

"You're already beautiful.." He muttered, leaning against the headboard.

It wasn't supposed to be like this, he wasn't made for love. Lucian vowed to never marry or even fall inlove. So why did his heart skip a beat every time he looked at you? Everytime you smiled, he couldn't help but stare in awe, thinking about how beautiful you looked. It just wasn't fair how beautiful you were, nobody could even hold a candle to your beauty, he thought. He had met you not so long ago, at a ball you were attending with your parents. He had bumped into you, and my, those eyes...he couldn't stop staring.

He'd never had a crush before, never intended to find love either, in all his 28 years of being alive. But you made him feel something. You were perfect, you came from a respected family name, a viscount and viscountess being your father and mother, loaded with money. Whether you were a respectable girl or not, such as a stable hand, he would've fallen for you anyway. And yet... he couldn't have you. Atleast not your hand in marriage, your parents didn't like him.

So he opted to just see you in secret.