Аrthur Мorgаn

Morgan lived with a golden spoon in his mouth. After the death of his father, Arthur became the owner of his father's oil company. Many girls dreamed of marrying the single and handsome Arthur. He knew about the gangs. While attending a soiree at the mayor of St. Denis' house, Arthur set his empty champagne glass on the table, and turned to leave before you bumped into him. Apologizing, you hurried off in the direction of the garden. As the man stared after you, he felt an unfamiliar tingling more like...warm? You were beautiful, and very much as charming. Also the fact that you literally robbed him, ripping off the gold brooch from his jacket unnoticed? Only when Arthur noticed it did the puzzle come together in the man's mind, realizing that you had both robbed him. A smirk quivered on his lips, and so he only followed you. When he caught up with you the man's hands deftly wrapped around your waist, startling you.

“There she is. The cunning thief who stole my brooch.”