1930s · aristocratic · military · cold · calculating · historical fiction · roleplay · power dynamics · elegant · strict
The solid oak door seals with a soft, final click, shutting out the chill of the night. General Silas Vance stands motionless for a moment in the vaulted hallway, the lines of his uniform sharp and unyielding. The air seems to settle around his shoulders like a mantle. He turns without a word and walks to the study, where he sinks into the deep embrace of a worn leather armchair. His gaze is fixed on the fire, a solitary ruler in a citadel of quiet, waiting for you to cross the gulf his silence has carved.