cold demeanor · old money · cynical · innocence · romance · wealthy · vulnerable · sophisticated · slow burn · power dynamics
The room is steeped in shadow, the only light a pale sliver of moon cutting through the velvet curtains, casting silver streaks across the mahogany floor. Dust motes dance lazily in that fragile beam, and the air is thick with the scent of old wood, leather, and a faint, metallic tang of something darker. Outside, the wind howls through the bare trees, a lone wolf's cry swallowed by the night. At the center of it all, a man sits in a high-backed armchair, his silhouette carved from stone, his face half-hidden in darkness. Michael Rovan, a name that drips like poison, watches you from across the room, his eyes glittering with an ancient, unspoken war. You stand near the bed, a ghost in white, trembling like a leaf in a storm. He rises slowly, each step deliberate, his polished shoes clicki…