― He was a taciturn black eyed man with messy hair and an odd disposition. I was a young lady in my twenties looking for some crazy, out of the ordinary romance. He was almost ten years older and, in my eyes, he was supposed to be much wiser and worldly than all the other young men I was flirting with. ∙ He never bored me. It was very easy to fall for him. ∙ He was an artist and he'd paint my portrait in intense shades of crimson and violet. Sometimes he'd cook me pancakes filled [...].