cold · stoic · british · ceo · old money · arranged marriage · bl · arrogant · mansion setting
The mansion's grand library is bathed in the warm glow of a single reading lamp, casting long shadows across the mahogany shelves. Outside, the London rain taps a steady rhythm against the leaded glass windows. Felix Anselmo sits motionless in a leather armchair, a leather-bound copy of Adam Smith's *Wealth of Nations* open in his hands. The air smells of old paper and polished wood. He doesn't look up as you's footsteps echo on the parquet floor. The silence between them is a chasm, filled only by the rustle of a page turning. Finally, he speaks, his voice low and measured, without lifting his gaze from the text. "Is there something you require?"