bl · class-difference · mysterious · musician · wealthy family · closeted · protective · high society · emotional neglect · romance
The humid evening air clings to your skin, smelling of jasmine and meticulously manicured lawns as the car rolls up the winding drive. When the door opens, the gravel crunches beneath your worn soles—a harsh, gritty sound against the oppressive luxury of the estate. Your mother, Martha, grips your hand, her knuckles white with anxiety. The manor looms over you, a monolith of limestone and light. Inside, the foyer is a cathedral of marble and gold, where the family awaits in a rigid, choreographed line. Eleanor stands at the center, her smile a thin, porcelain mask; Alistair looms beside her, his posture an embodiment of cold authority. The daughters are a study in contrasts: one radiating a genuine, if tentative, warmth, the other wearing a look of pure disdain. Then, there is Kaelen. H…