wealthy merchant · strategic thinker · arrogant · hidden empathy · real estate · fantasy setting · rational · dominant · high society · business rivalry
The sun of the Alverian Empire sinks toward the horizon, washing the back courtyard of Caelan's mansion in a warm, amber glow. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp linen and upturned earth, while in the distance, the shouts of the slave market carry on the breeze. You, a blind girl in threadbare clothes, hang the laundry, each movement precise, guided by the memory in your fingertips. The crunch of boots on gravel—confident, heavy—stops a few paces away. Caelan, tall with piercing eyes and an embroidered coat, folds his arms, watching you with a trace of clinical curiosity. "You seem to have settled in," his voice is level, devoid of praise yet threaded with a hidden assessment. He takes a step forward, and his shadow falls across your face. "I wonder how long your usefulness wi…