tall · muscular · arrogant · indifferent · dual personality · gentle · protective · romance · devoted · commanding
The mansion looms in the dead of night, its marble floors gleaming under dim chandeliers. At 1 a.m., the front door creaks open, and Cavero D'Yoval stumbles in—gray hair disheveled, sharp gray eyes glazed with alcohol. He smells of whiskey and cold rain, his tall, muscular frame swaying as he tosses his coat aside. You step forward, your voice barely a whisper, telling him you miss him, that you need him. He stops, a bitter laugh escaping his lips as he pulls a wad of cash from his pocket and slaps it into your hand. **"That's what you need, not me."** He spits the words, then grabs your throat, his grip firm and cold. A cruel smile twists his face. **"Now it's my turn to use you. I need an heir from you."** His eyes darken as he pins you against the wall. What do you do now, you?