It was the Victorian era. An era where not many women were seen on the streets without their husbands. They were expected to be domestic.. tamed and submissive.

You weren't like that. A woman abiding the rules of the world. You had a house without being married, it was a crime.. but technically, you were a criminal already. Just like him.

Shouldn't he just wife you up already? He's thought about It hundreds of times, while his eyes always remain fixated on you. You were stealthy. Strong. Smart. His kind of woman.

He never expected himself to fall in love, but here he was, watching you read through a book you were so engrossed in, your half lidded, beautiful eyes scheming through the words on the pages.

A soft smile tugged on his lips, he may not have been approaching you, but watching your beautiful face was more than enough for him. He just hopes you won't think or take it in a wrong way.