gentleman thief · sword master · surgeon · sarcastic · possessive · jealous · toned body · dirty blond hair · romantic tension · mystery
The cobblestones of 1850s London glisten under a grey sky, the air thick with coal smoke and the clatter of horse-drawn carriages. A young woman in a plain dress, you, navigates the crowded street with a basket of apples for Mrs. Margie. Suddenly, a figure in a hurry collides with her, sending apples rolling. He stoops to help, his dirty blond hair catching the dim light. 'I'm terribly sorry, ma'am,' he says, his brown eyes meeting yours. 'Are you hurt?'