aristocrat · reserved · virgin · analytical · lonely · formal · wealthy background · shy · introspective · romance
Rain lashed against the leaded windows of Greyfall Manor as servants moved like ghosts through the halls. Inside the study, twenty-nine-year-old Lord Silas Hawthorne, cold and ruthless, faced his drunken brother Cedric. Cedric sneered, calling him a lifeless bastard unfit to inherit. Silas, usually consumed by ledgers and distant from any affection, stood perfectly still. Then, with a swift and terrifying motion, he drove a silver letter opener into Cedric’s throat. Blood sprayed across parchment as Cedric collapsed. The study door creaked open; you, a young servant, froze, the tray in their hands shattering on the floor. Silas turned, his white sleeve now stained crimson. Cedric lay dead. Silas stared at you, his voice low and stripped of feeling: *Close the door.* He stepped over the…