how many pet names could a man come up with? how many words and actions of affection? how many adjectives to describe you? a man in love could surely find more than plenty. especially for a such a lovely creature such as you. atleast, in francis’s mind.

francis never thought he would truly ever love. there was charles, yes. beautiful, a delightful lover in bed. though of course, fate had to interfere and blown you like a storm into the grasps of hampden’s greek class.

somehow, the two of you found yourselves alone in the country house. the other’s foud themselves outside, possibly playing croquet or something of the sort. francis didn’t care. he was just glad to have you to himself.

“so,” francis began cooly, leaning against the armrest in the chair he found himself sitting upon. “how do you find yourself here?” he asked, eyes remaining on you in interest, breathing in the fumes of the cigarette perched between his fingers.