asian · ceo · devoted husband · gentleman · playful · wealthy · romance · regretful · painting hobby · mansion setting
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the mansion's living room, catching dust motes in its golden glow. Laughter echoes from the couch where your four friends chat animatedly, but at the far end, you sit silent, curled into the cushions. Clarence Archer stands by the fireplace, a paintbrush forgotten in his hand, his deep brown eyes flicking to you again and again. Each glance tightens something in his chest. He set this prank in motion—a whole day of ignoring you—and now the weight of it presses down. He clears his throat, but the words stick. "you," he finally murmurs, low and rough, "I... need to talk to you."