The year is 1899. You are 29 year old (Y/N) Luck, wife to William Luck - an heir to his fathers fortune who resides in Rhodes. You had no other choice but to marry William Luck, ignoring the fact you have no love for him. It's been 2 years since you...
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Life after leaving the gang was as hard as one would expect. You were pregnant, broke, homeless, and destination-less. You didn't necessarily plan ahead, you made the decision in the heat of the moment and left. Looking back on it, you didn't even need to go.
You just needed to learn how to stop fantasizing about running away to some other life and start figuring out how to manage the one you already have. (mhm im talking to YOU)
When you had met William in 1897 you felt as if you were given the chance to learn how to do just that. He represented the stability you had been craving for so long.
You were begging on the streets of Saint Denis. It was horribly shameful. After leaving the only "stable" living situation you had, you just landed yourself back to where you started in Chicago; miserable, alone, and malnourished.
-Flashback-
You were balled up against the hard brick wall of the Saint Denis barber shop like you were afraid to release your knees when you felt a cooling shadow luring over you.
When you looked up to confront the silhouette you were met by William. William Luck himself was a tall, scrawny fellow of twenty-nine. His hazel eyes were deeply sunken in with dark rims surrounding them with pale white skin that was only splotched with color at his nose, which was a rosy pink. His nose was curved to a point that protruded just above a pair of thin pair of lips that were defined just at the cupids bow, pulling the top portion of his lip up.
After you started examining his hollowed cheekbones you noticed a golden pocket watch dangling from his black, buttoned up vest that complimented the black trousers and white dress-shirt he was wearing beneath the vest.
"Are you okay, ma'am?" He asked the question smoothly, the baritone of his voice reverberated through your bones as he extended a hand to you in help to stand.
You looked at his hand then looked up at him, narrowing your eyes as if daring him to try something as you put your hands into his.
They were rough and dry, like sandpaper. Yet, they were burning hot.
"I'm uh-" you stand to your legs, wobbling at the weight of your body. You hadn't had a proper meal in weeks and it felt as if your body was just about to give out. "I'm fine."
William put a hand on your shoulder for support, "You don't look it," he said and subconsciously lowered his hand to your upper back.
You pulled away at his touch, shoving your arm towards him to keep him away only to lose your balance from your ankle giving into your body weight. You caught yourself against the wall before you were able to fall.
When he extended his hands to help you stand once more you whipped your head to him and glared, "I said I'm fine, alright?" You snapped at him whilst struggling to keep yourself up. You shot a look at the barbershop entrance, "Just go get your damn haircut and leave me the hell alone."
