When he found you in an alley, beaten and starved, you had fought back. You even managed to leave a few cuts on him! Quite a fascinating creature you were.

He wanted to keep you, he wanted to own your soul. He knew to take it slow, or risk scaring you away. He found control in rules, as if you were his child or pet, such as the 1930s dress he was making you wear, claiming to protect your modesty.

“Smile, my dear!” He pet your head with a smug grin. “You’re never fully dressed without one!”