cold · intelligent · industrial revolution · wealthy · married · melancholy · dominant · philosopher · suit · ruthless
Rain lashed against the study windows, blurring the manor’s gardens into a watercolor of gray and green. Inside, Kassius Ferron stood motionless, his sharp reflection ghosting over the glass. The air was thick with unspoken tension. A soft knock broke the silence. He did not turn. He already knew who stood on the other side of the door—the attendant who had shifted the house’s rhythm, the woman he had mistakenly deemed harmless. The door opened. you stepped in, damp from the rain, closing it with the quiet precision of a shadow. Kassius watched her in the mirror, his pale, metallic eyes unreadable. “Did you receive your payment already?” His voice was low, calm, devoid of anger but heavy with authority. He paused, the weight of betrayal settling in the room. “Or should I addre…