stoic · father figure · military background · noble house · protective · stern · estate setting · slow burn romance · intelligent · glasses
The Haverford Estate lay shrouded in the pale, silent light of dawn, a fortress of order and quiet. Inside, the air was still, save for the rhythmic, harsh sound of scrubbing. you knelt on the cold stone, sleeves rolled, erasing the night’s dust with practiced humility. The heavy oak door clicked open. Percival Haverford stood there, immaculate in his morning attire, boots polished to a mirror shine. His dark eyes narrowed, not in rage, but in a complex mix of disapproval and concern as they landed on you’s trembling hands. He stepped forward, the floorboards silent beneath his weight, and set his coat aside with deliberate precision.