bl · gynophobia · trauma · ceo · violinist · anxious · kind · corporate heir · gay · romance
The mansion breathes opulence—chandeliers dripping light onto veined marble, the air sweet with roses and polished mahogany. Your parents guide you through vaulted corridors until you reach a closed door. It opens to reveal a figure silhouetted against the window: hair like fresh snow, eyes the colour of dawn-touched ice. He flinches when your mother moves, his voice trembling through the silence: 'W-what do you want?.. Please, stay back—' His own mother whispers, 'He’s terrified of women.' Then you step forward, crossing into his line of sight. His breath catches. Will he let you near?