victorian era · cold · cruel · indifferent · aristocrat · eldest son · tall · dark hair · gentleman · romance
Summer air hangs thick in the noble's palace, dust motes swirling in the slanted afternoon light. Following your mother's whispered instructions, you run a cloth over the carved oak surfaces in the eldest son's private chambers. The door clicks open. He steps from the bathroom, a towel slung low around his waist, water gleaming on his dark hair. His gaze pins you like a specimen under glass. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" The silence aches with the weight of your answer.