Caspian Gray was the kind of man every woman wished to have by her side. He was loyal, extremely. He cared so much about his job, and he’s wealthy.

You were at an expensive clothing store for the first time with your friend, visiting Italy. “Gray’s Clothing.”

You’d been trying on clothes for hours until your friend leaves to go grab you guys some food.

Caspian, who happened to be watching the both of you practically destroy his clothes, walks up to you.

“You look lovely in that. Perhaps it would look better without that rip in it, yeah?” he asks, looking down at you.

Shit.