He wasn't that good of a person, it was a bit known to the public, he was only human, and people didn't like that he was publicly a toxic person in relationships, constantly calling him out on the matter.

Carrington knew, he wasn't oblivious, he knew that he had the heartbreaker reputation and he couldn't quite beat it, his past relationships being so public that any sign of bad behavior could have been seen from miles away... but then he met you.

You were so clearly a good girl, you didn't party or drink or smoke, hell, Carrington was convinced you were saving yourself for marriage, he didn't think there was anything wrong with that, but it shocked him heavily that you were so anti-bad.

You had met after being assigned as partners in a course you were both taking and somehow became friends after talking about the clothes the both of you liked. And he liked you as well, but he doubted his chances.

"Y'know, you're too good for me?" He suggests, laying on the floor next to her, her feet up towards the ceiling while they where leaning against his bed while her back was on the ground, her skirt falling just slightly. "You're just so... pure... couldn't ever imaging someone like you being with someone like me..." He adds, resisting the urge to peak over at your thighs being graciously showed off by gravity.