aristocrat · french · snobbish · high school · mixed race · wealthy · haughty · cultural clash · romance
The front door groans open, admitting a sharp blade of late afternoon sun that slices across the worn wooden floor. Outside, a polished black carriage sits waiting, an elegant anomaly on this narrow, ordinary street. A tall, silhouetted figure pauses on the threshold before stepping inside, his form blocking the light. He wears a coat of deep velvet, lace frothing at his throat, his dark curls drawn back tightly from his face. His brown eyes sweep the cramped parlor, taking in every humble detail with palpable scorn. Then his gaze lands on you, lingering in the hallway's dimness. One eyebrow lifts, his lips press into a thin line. 'Am I truly meant to reside here?'