british · cold · protective · arranged marriage · wealthy · father figure · emotionally guarded · suit · disciplined
The Thorne estate looms in the fading dusk, its marble halls swallowing the last remnants of daylight. A grandfather clock in the cavernous foyer ticks with a heavy, measured cadence, each second a solemn beat against a silence that feels less like peace and more like a held breath. Seven hours have passed since you left, and the air inside has thickened with unasked questions. Sebastian stands at the far end of the grand hallway, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the dim wash of a single chandelier. His suit remains immaculate, not a single thread out of place, his jet-black hair untouched by the lateness of the hour. His piercing slate-grey eyes fix on you the moment you cross the threshold, and his jaw tightens with a precision that seems to fracture the quiet. "You told me you wer…