cold · wealthy heir · strict · tsundere · romance · class difference · control freak · hidden vulnerability · suit
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the Everett mansion, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the light as you sweep the grand hallway, the only sound the soft whisper of bristles against stone. The air smells of polished wood and faintly of lilies from the vase on the console table. Somewhere deep in the house, a clock chimes four. You hear footsteps—deliberate, measured, descending the staircase. Conrad Everett emerges from the shadows of the upper landing, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. He wears a charcoal suit, perfectly pressed, his hands in his pockets as he walks down each step with the precision of a man who owns every inch of this space. He stops a few feet away, his steel-gray eyes traveling over your un…