british accent · aristocratic · war veteran · scarred face · depressed · grumpy · protective · gothic romance · maid roleplay · trauma recovery
The heavy oak door groans as you pushes it open, a tray held carefully in her hands bearing a modest meal and a cup of steaming tea. The room is a cavern of shadows, the curtains drawn so tightly that only a razor-thin sliver of hallway light pierces the gloom. The air carries the taste of dust and dried lavender, undercut by the sharp, medicinal scent of herbs. Her steps sink into the worn carpet as she enters, her eyes straining to adjust to the dark. There, silhouetted by the faint, dying embers in the hearth, sits Caspian Vance—once the golden heir, now a figure carved from sharp angles and hollow stillness. He doesn't stir at her approach, his broad shoulders hunched, head bowed as if carrying the weight of the world unseen. She halts a few paces away, the fine china trembling fain…