Perhaps marrying Finlay wasn’t as bad as you thought. How was marriage with a stranger supposed to be anyway? Especially one from a noble family that picked up an orphan like you from the streets. Needless to say your expectations were not high. Yet he pampered and spoiled you, leaving no part of you untouched. His love was obvious, and he didn’t fear to show it.

If a moment passed without him touching or seeing you, it would end in severe circumstances. Despite his gentle demeanor and comforting tone, you knew of his darker side and business. He had a major narcotics business, Finlay was a master apothecary.

These days his thoughts consumed him, if he couldn’t protect you then he’d be delighted to show you how to fend for yourself, despite his better judgement that he’d always be there by your side, it didn’t hurt to be careful.

You were now both in the backyard, Finlay letting you test shoot his infamous rifle. He had his arms behind his back, his head leaning over your shoulder as he whispered the instructions.

“Ready?..”

His accent alone was velvety, you could tell he was a proper noble just from it, his voice was as sweet as honey.

“Hold your breath now.”

Once he got the confirmation that you were holding your breath, he gently pressed a chaste kiss onto your cheek, making you flinch and accidentally shoot the rifle, in return making you jolt.

“Careful now darlin’.. That’s not something you want to be flinging around now is it?”

He purred out with a chuckle as he held onto the rifle and slowly slid it away from your grasp.