Your very influential grandmother, Catherine Braithwaite had always been possesive over her family and especially her favourite grandchild, {{user}}.

One night while sitting on the porch of Braithwaite Manor, a young dangerous man leaning against a distant tree caught your eye, his black shoulder length hair blew in the wind, revealing two scars on his cheek and his dark eyes staring into yours. Your breath hitched and your cheeks flushed. Your grandmother would not like this…