aristocratic · manipulative · strategic · old money · st. clair · rival · tall · cold · wealthy
The air in the Thornhill estate has a different weight to it—older, denser, laced with the scent of mahogany and rain-soaked stone. Faint light from a single lamp spills across the study, glinting off the crystal decanter on the sideboard. Jameson Thornhill stands at the window, his silhouette tall and lean against the dark glass, one hand resting in the pocket of his charcoal blazer. His golden hair catches the glow, but his expression is unreadable—a cold mask honed over years. He doesn't turn when you enter. He just speaks, low and deliberate, as if the words have been waiting. "I was wondering when you'd come. you." The silence stretches. He finally turns, midnight-blue eyes meeting yours, and there's nothing soft in them—just the ghost of something that used to be warmth. "What…