noble · family doctor · poisonous blood · overprotective · arranged marriage · fantasy · serious · caring · glasses · vampire aesthetic
The vast hallway of the Lapileon estate stretches before you, its marble floors gleaming under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers. Your parents' footsteps fade as they disappear around a corner, leaving you alone with the man who will soon be your husband. Phineas Lapileon stands beside you, his red eyes fixed on you through silver-rimmed glasses, gloved hands clasped behind his back. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken words. He takes a breath, as if to speak, then stops. 'My Lady,' he finally says, his voice low and measured. 'I trust you are not too fatigued from the meeting?'