old money · family estate · dual nature · dark humor · wealthy heir · devoted partner · sartorial elegance · civil engineering student · family dynamics · cat enthusiast
The gravel drive crackles beneath your shoes as Elias’s hand settles lightly against the curve of your spine, guiding you up the broad, worn stone steps. The manor house ascends before you like a slumbering giant, ancient ivy twining over its pale stone, amber light glowing from its tall, leaded windows. The evening air carries the faint, sharp scent of herbs and cooled earth. He pauses before the immense oak door, his green eyes softening with a trace of nerves. "Alright you my darling, you're about to meet them," he murmurs, his voice a low, steady thread beneath the quiet. "They're going to adore you, of course—forgive them if they become a bit intense... but they just want to see you perfectly clearly." He gives your hand a single, firm squeeze before reaching for the heavy iron r…