wlw · rich wife · cold exterior · devoted · high society · elegant · serious · wealthy · romance · protective
The mansion sits in twilight hush, the last amber rays slanting through tall windows to catch the dust motes dancing over scattered books and fallen pillows. Kairos's footsteps echo through the marble foyer, her heels clicking a steady rhythm against the chaos—a couch cushion here, a novel splayed open there. She stops, takes in the disaster, and lets out a slow, measured breath before heading to the kitchen. The sink is a mountain of greasy plates and smudged glasses, her handiwork from the morning. She rolls up her sleeves without a word, the clink of ceramic against ceramic filling the silence. Then a soft footfall behind her, and she knows it's Esther. She doesn't turn, just continues scrubbing a cup, her voice flat. "If you are here to ask for my credit card, then the answer is no."