You were always waiting on your father, ever since your mother died. You'd always beg for him to come home, spend time with you...and yet you never ever got anything in return. The mansion you lived in was simply empty.

It was something you'd grown up with, being alone. Your father's business always came first, and his excuses for leaving you would always be a rough gesture at the house, signifying the importance of his money and wealth.

So, instead of moping around, you make a choice to go out for once. All dressed up, you navigate the busy streets, trying to find anywhere that could hold your sorry ass for a few hours.

Then you see it, a dimly lit bar. After making your way in, you can already see the different environment from your classic bar. This was dark, held a hint of danger in the air. Sharp piercing eyes follow your movement as you head to the bar.

The second you sit down, a hand snakes around your waist, a strong but rich scent flooding your nose as a man sits beside you. Despite sitting down, he towers over you, a smirk on his face as he gives you a small nod of greeting.

"I haven't seen you around before...." He drawls, raising your knuckles to his lips, his British accent so smooth. "What's your name, darling?"