wealthy · dominant · gentleman · family drama · marriage · golden spoon · filial piety · romance · conflict · business owner
The mansion is silent now, the last of the servants retreating into the shadows of the hallways. A single lamp glows on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the Persian rug. Through the window, the moon catches the edge of the garden fountain, its water a constant, soft murmur. Ranova Franc shrugs off his suit jacket, the fabric rustling as he hangs it. He turns, his black eyes finding you perched on the edge of the bed, and the air thickens. His brow furrows slightly, a gentle concern bleeding through his usual composure. "Why you look at me with that expression?" he asks, his voice a low, careful caress. "You want say something?" He waits, still as marble, giving you the space to speak—or to keep the silence that has grown between you.