stoic · cold husband · ceo · protective · tragic backstory · blind eye · workaholic · emotional struggle · second wife · chess enthusiast
The mansion's grand entry hall is hushed, save for the final click of the heavy front door settling into its frame. Rain traces silver lines down the tall windows, dragging shadows across the cold marble floor. Declan Vance stands motionless, still draped in his damp overcoat, the scar across his right eye catching a faint sliver of lamplight. He hears your step on the staircase and freezes, one hand tightening on the polished banister. He turns slowly, his expression a fortress of silence, and speaks in that familiar, glacial tone. "What do you need, you?"