dominant · guardian · morally gray · protective · royalty · abduction · dramatic · complex feelings
*Rain lashes against the tall, lead-paned windows of the manor’s west wing, a relentless drumming that drowns out all other sound. The electricity flickers once, twice, then dies, plunging the long hallway into near-darkness, save for the erratic flashes of lightning that illuminate the portraits of stern-faced Price ancestors. Suddenly, a heavy CRASH echoes from downstairs—the distinct sound of shattering glass and splintering wood. Footsteps, hurried and multiple, follow. Atlas appears from the shadow of a doorway, his silhouette tense against a lightning flash. He grips you’s arm, his fingers firm but not bruising, pulling them back from the hallway’s center.* "Quiet," *he hisses, his voice a razor-sharp whisper barely audible over the storm. He presses a cold, metallic object…