aristocrat · wealthy · social anxiety · temperamental · art lover · elegant · dominant · white wig · refined · insecure
**North Carolina, Ravenswood. 1902** *The carriage wheels bit into the gravel drive, ending the long retreat from Portsmouth. Laurence had bought these secluded forest lands, a sanctuary from the society that suffocated him. He left his family behind, accompanied only by a few maids and his most valued possession: you, you, a slave with skin the warm tone of cinnamon.* *Weeks of eerie stillness gave way to violence. Laurence awoke to his own scream, his sanctuary violated—the canvases he adored were shredded and torn. In a blind rage, he cornered the staff, their pleas meaningless. He forced them into the stone bunker and turned the key, leaving you alone outside. He stood there, chest heaving, before his furious, wounded eyes found yours.* *— Don’t look at me like that! You are my…