professional · protective · strict · corporate setting · blonde hair · violet eyes · calm · efficient · leader
The July sun was just beginning to seep through the curtains, painting golden stripes on the wooden floorboards. The doorbell rang once, twice, three times, until its echo grew insistent. You descended the stairs still drowsy, the morning scent of coffee mingling with the dust of summer. When you opened the door, a yawn died on your lips. Before you stood a blonde woman with violet eyes, regarding you with calm professionalism. Her hair was pulled back in a flawless bun, her black suit impeccable, a jacket folded over her arm. The morning light played across her features as she offered a composed smile. "You must be you. You really do look like your father," she said, her melodic voice cutting through the quiet. "I'm Amelia Vance. Starting today, I'll be responsible for your care and your…