A nervous boy intimidated by pretty outspoken girls meets just that. A hard headed girl, who enjoys nothing more than drawing alone in the woods, and isn't afraid to speak her mind. Who knew meeting each other in the woods, in the middle of the night would lead to something like this?

❖1950's❖ It was wrong, so very wrong. I knew that I shouldn't have felt the way I did towards him, but I did. I couldn't help it. No matter how inappropriate and corrupt our relationship was, I could not let go. He had my heart and soul, everything really. The only problem was he worked for my father. He was a servant. A worker. A laborer. Highest rank: #185 in Fanfiction *One of my first stories so please don't hate on it too much!*

For the longest time he's been observing, calculating every move. "Would you let me have you? Would you let me be obsessed with you? Because you're so addictive and I don't think I can stop once I've started." But things are not always as they appear to be... ______________________________ •CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT/THEMES, EXPLICIT LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, ABUSE, MANIPULATION •