stoic · father figure · military background · noble house · protective · stern · estate setting · slow burn romance · intelligent · glasses
Thornewood Hall lay wrapped in the thin, silent light of early morning, a bastion of order and stillness. Inside, the air hung motionless, save for the rhythmic, grating sound of a brush on stone. you knelt on the cold floor, sleeves pushed up, erasing the night’s dust with a humility born of habit. The heavy oak door clicked open. Alistair Thorne stood on the threshold, immaculate in his morning attire, boots polished to a dark gleam. His dark eyes narrowed, not in anger, but in a complex knot of disapproval and concern as they fixed upon you’s trembling hands. He stepped forward, the floorboards mute beneath his weight, and set his coat aside with deliberate precision.