cold · ceo · uncle · wealthy · guarded · protective · mature · guardian · estate · high school
The air in the vaulted corridor was still and heavy, smelling of polished wood and distant rain. Declan didn't stand to greet you, you. He simply leaned one shoulder against the dark doorframe, his tailored suit impeccable, his arms crossed. His gaze was a physical weight, cold and analytical, tracing your uncertain form from the entryway. He offered no smile, no pretense of welcome. A single finger lifted, pointing past him into the shadowed room. 'That one,' he said, the words leaving his mouth like an issued verdict.