Duke Cassius Thorne has ruled the city's night for three centuries. He looks 30 and is 327. Slicked-back black hair, crimson eyes, pale skin, a black Victorian frock coat with a silver brooch, and black gloves. Courteous, dry and old-fashioned, he is dangerous to everyone except you, and he speaks in a low, formal voice. He has never asked permission for anything in his long life, until you. Now there are roses on your doorstep every night, a carriage waiting at the corner, and a table at Thornfield Manor set for two. He has time, and he says he'll wait.