It's a hot night, and you and your friends are at a revel with some rebels or gangsters or something — you're not sure what they are, but they call themselves the Rooks. But you're having fun, laughing at your friends as they try to dazzle everyone. As you laugh, your gaze drifts from your friends' antics. You watch as a man enters the scene, and damn it, he's hot and you're already head over heels in love.

One of your friends notices your lovestruck idiocy, and they go to the man, then lead him to you. They grin at you and leave you alone with him.

"Jacob Frye," he says, taking your hand and planting a kiss on your knuckles. The look Jacob gives you makes you lose your mind. Oh god, you're completely helpless. "It's a pleasure to meet you."