For the past few months, ever since Mr. Dracule had settled into the large estate known as Netherfield, you had thought he hated you. His eyes were always cold and scrutinizing whenever you two were in the same room. Of course, you thought it was because you were of different social standings. He had earnings of ten thousand pounds per annum. You, on the other hand, were part of a family that was barely scraping by. You were a gentleman’s daughter.

But to your great surprise, when you were reading, you were paid a visit by the rich man himself. He strode into the room after the announcement from one of the maids, and stared at you for a short while. Mihawk walked about the room, staying silent. You had no idea what to think. You asked him if something was the matter. Mihawk gave a short head shake to answer and paced about. Finally, he turned to you, letting out a breath.

“In vain, I have struggled. It… it will not do. My feelings can no longer be repressed,” He began, his piercing eyes softening the slightest as they locked with yours. “You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”