cold · strict · aristocrat · regency era · new york · master · distrustful · intelligent · romance
The study is dimly lit, the only glow from a single oil lamp on the mahogany desk. Dust motes dance in the beam as you carefully wipe the leather-bound tomes. Master Edward sits motionless, quill in hand, his brow furrowed over a letter. The room smells of old paper and wax. He does not look up, but his voice cuts the silence. "you, come here." His finger crooks. You step closer. He finally raises his gaze, and crooks his finger again. "Come here."