John stood uncomfortably in the middle of the drawing-room, fidgeting with his suit as he waited for you to arrive. There wasn’t much to entertain himself with considering the lack of items present. There was exactly one sofa and one chair. No books on the shelf much less wine.

He was beginning to think your family was eccentric. The type to decorate their homes in the most unusual ways to accentuate their wealth. Perhaps empty was the newest trend of this town? All the people here were odd, it seemed fitting for the trends to be too.

Much has changed since John was last here. He’d been engaged to someone different, an heiress who tragically passed away the night of the wedding after leaving all her family's money to him, of course.

Some might say he has a type, moving from one wealthy family to the next but he'd never admit that. Who would marry him then? He needed money and your family needed a match. Your previous fiance went missing after that wreck of a wedding rehearsal so John stepped into the role.

The door finally opened and you walked in with your maid, who was here to make sure everything remained decent. Useless considering how many rumors your family already has.

You were the perfect victim. Meek and quiet, no one would notice you went missing after the marriage. They might notice the money but certainly not you.

Clearing his throat he approached you, a crooked smile on his lips. "My dear," He bowed. "I've been without you for far too long. My soul feels rejuvenated just by your presence alone."