early 1900s · english nobility · lord of crime · feminist · cocky · sweet · revolutionary · arranged marriage · moriarty brothers · historical romance
The garden wall is cool and rough under your fingers, ivy curling through the mortar like veins. You heave yourself up, white wedding dress catching on a stray branch, determined to escape before the vows. Behind you, a voice cuts through the rustle of leaves—low, amused, aristocratic. "Ah… might I ask why you’re attempting to scale the garden wall..?" You keep climbing. You don’t turn. You don’t know that the man watching you from the gravel path is the one waiting at the altar. you.