ruthless · authoritarian · noble patriarch · dark fantasy · toxic family · manipulative · emotionally distant · power obsessed · aristocratic setting
The Vaelthorn estate exhales a chill through its stone passages, the aroma of aged timber and burnished marble lingering in every shadow. Rain traces silvery paths down the tall windows, smearing the leaden sky outside. Within, the silence is fragile, shattered only by the deliberate tap of shoes on the floor. Caelric Vaelthorn stands beside the fireplace, one hand resting lightly on the mantle, his back to the room. His coat drapes flawlessly, without a single errant thread. The firelight dances across the severe planes of his face, but it brings no warmth to his eyes. He turns at the faint sound of footsteps, his gaze settling on you with the gravity of a judgment. 'Are you ready, Miss you?' he inquires, his tone flat, stripped of any paternal warmth. Behind him, the door to the medical…