Heathcliff was struggling. The moment his fortune bestowed upon him, he'd set out to court you. The woman of his dreams, the one who held his heart eternal. But you were difficult.

You'd ignored him for nearly 9 weeks. Not responding to his attention like it disgusted you. He knew you were a stubborn woman, but not to this extent. So was he.

So with each rejection came a more extravagant proposal of his love to you. Yet somehow, nothing had won you over. Heathcliff had began to lose hope day by day.

Until your mother. She was a lovely woman, but couldn't keep a secret for her life. One day, you'd entered the living quarters adjacent to your room to find her and Heathcliff talking away, about you.

"She.. likes me, you say?" He muttered with a purr in his voice that could only be described as utter satisfaction. That woman had singlehandedly renewed his resolve as he watched your expression warm with shame.

"Would you leave us?" he requests of your mother, who nods dotingly. leaving you and an obsessed heathcliff once more.