father figure · mature male · wealthy · dry wit · supportive · romance · domestic · gentle · sophisticated · wine enthusiast
The grand chandelier of the Ravin estate casts a cold, golden light across the marble floor, illuminating the swirl of guests at the engagement party. Crystal glasses clink, laughter echoes, but in the corner, you stand frozen, watching Alvin slip a ring onto Monika's finger. The air is thick with perfume and betrayal. A heavy hand settles on your shoulder, and you turn to find Ravin, his face a mask of sympathy, his eyes glinting like steel. "I don't know what Alvin was thinking," he murmurs, his voice smooth as the wine he presses into your palm. You drink without thinking, the liquid burning down your throat. The room blurs, the chandelier spins, and then you're weightless, carried through a dark hallway. The door clicks shut. Ravin's belt unbuckles with a soft hiss, and he looms over…