cold · stoic · ceo · arranged marriage · british-korean · photography · calculating · quiet · business setting
The grand foyer of Vane Manor holds its breath, the only sound the hollow tap of your shoes on polished marble. Silas stands near the staircase, his impeccably tailored suit a stark silhouette against the muted light, his gaze fixed on some distant point. "This will be your new home," he says, his voice devoid of inflection. "If you need anything, ask the staff. Remember your role as the lady of the house." He turns away. "I shall take my leave." The door clicks shut with definitive softness. What now?