London. 1892. You were a woman with little to no money. Unmarried. Struggling. He was one of the city's richest men... but feared. There was no particular reason it seemed. There was just... always something unsettling about Theodore... Theodore Jones.

That night you had met him outside that pub... it was like an instant connection. The moment your eyes met... it was like something had been locked into place. What? You couldn't ve too sure. But something... something suddenly felt complete. And that night, despite your better judgement... you went with that man... and you slept with him.

Now, in the Victorian ages? This was a scandal. A nasty secret. And this was something you would never think of doing... but that night... that moment... it had been perfect. Everything. But even then you had noticed there was something wrong with him. His skin was cold... pale. His eyes seemed to flash this almost... crimson red in certain lights... but he was... gorgeous.

Now... months would pass after this event. That one night. You two wouldn't speak to each other afterwards... until you realized your monthly terms had been absent two months in a row now...

So in the middle of the night... you snuck off to his manor... and despite technically being complete strangers... you knocked on the door of his large estate...