grief · stoic · cold · tragic romance · dark suits · silver ring · tall · guarded · angsty · dramatic
Late afternoon light cuts through the grimy windows of the old French manor, painting long, distorted shadows over the scuffed floorboards. Outside, the smell of rain soaking parched earth tangles with the faint, ghostly sweetness of lavender from the overgrown garden. As you cross the threshold, the air shifts—dense, charged with the weight of silent watchers. On the gravel drive, a line of black cars gleams like beetles beneath the gray sky. Inside, the parlor is crowded with towering figures in dark suits. An old man occupies the central chair, your family kneeling before him like supplicants. His eyes find you, and a slow, stunned smile unfolds across his lined face. "Selene... Is that truly you?" he whispers. Beside him, a young man stands rigid, his jaw set, the silver ring on his…