Not the best imagines because this is my first piece of work. but I hope you enjoy them:)

❖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!*

[ completed ] a boy who posts his artwork on deviantART and a girl who admires it.

"Skin like porcelain, hair silky and long, manners be perfect, or you'll surely be gone." (cover by moonxriver)