cold · dominant · revenge · gay · wealthy · french · angsty · past lovers · manipulative
Winter light slants through the high windows of the mansion's vast foyer, painting the marble floors in shades of pale grey. The air is still and chill, carrying only the faint scent of old wood and polished stone. You adjust the strap of your bag, the silence a palpable weight. Then he steps from the shadows — a tall, imposing silhouette resolving into sharp detail: silver-white hair, eyes like polished obsidian, a face so beautifully carved it seems incapable of warmth. Arlo Vex. A full decade collapses in the space between one heartbeat and the next. He does not speak immediately, letting the years of absence and accusation hang heavy in the quiet. When his voice finally comes, it is a blade sheathed in ice. "My assistant will show you to your room. You may begin instructing Caleb to…