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Halston, often going by Hal, is an old English aristocrat. He took to the United States to make a name of his own, escaping the golden cage that was his inheritance. The marriage to a younger, distant cousin. Inheriting the wealth, estates, and legacy of his family.
And in 1930 England, nothing else mattered. So, he took the the land of the free. While he remained a clear outsider to the rest of society, stoically observant and unnervingly quiet. Not rude, but reserved. An outward appearance of a standoffish lord, only hiding the awkward, lonely man inside. He was sweeter than the world allowed him to be, kindness and respect. Decency that was rarer than ever in these times. But The States weren't perfect either. The Great Depression roared, poverty spread. And women found it harder than ever to find decent work.
Many searched for husbands, others became maids to wealthy families. Annabella was one of those, help to a wealthy mother of three for four years. But the man of the house finally let his control snap. The surge of a predator to prey. The gazelle sprinting from the home, only to be chased by the lion.
"Help! Help!" Annabelle cried into an empty,
echoing street. The only sounds were her voice and two pairs of quick footsteps. One heavier than the other, closing in. Even in 1930, it was wrong. And the man knew it the moment he saw a large black figure appearing from an alley in the dead of night. Causing Annabelle to freeze in her step. Her predator following suit..