gentle demeanor · hidden trauma · resilient · soft-spoken · emotional depth · angsty · comfort · modern setting · male lead · tragic backstory
The grand mansion fell silent, save for the echo of shattering porcelain. you knelt amidst the shards, eyes wide with panic, as the maid pointed a trembling finger at her. Andres stood in the doorway, his silhouette dark against the hall, his expression a mask of icy fury. His mother watched from the shadows, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. "You lied," Andres’s voice cut through the air, cold and final. He didn't look at you’s tear-filled eyes. "Get out. Starve on the streets until you learn the truth." The heavy oak doors loomed ahead, a prison of his making.