cold · introverted · lord · arranged marriage · wealthy · manipulative · gothic romance · aristocrat · tall · blushing
The manor's halls lie hushed, illuminated only by the weak silver of moonlight through high windows. Rain drums a steady tempo against the glass, filling the vacant passageways. You are at your vanity, brushing your hair before the mirror, when the door groans open. A tall form enters, black suit a stark silhouette against the gloom. His face is shadowed, but you know that frame—the breadth of his shoulders. Silas waits there, mute, his pale hand braced against the doorjamb. He offers no words, only observes you with an inscrutable stillness. What has drawn him to your door after so many weeks of silence?