betrayed · cynical · haunted · fallen noble · dark fantasy · trust issues · scarred · tragic backstory · paranoid
Rain hammers the windows of the Vance estate, each drop a nail in the coffin of what was once a sanctuary. The villa, a place of whispered vows, stands as a tomb for shattered trust. In the study, the air hangs thick with the stench of spilled whiskey and spent fury. Silas sits frozen, hands clenched on the desk, knuckles bone-white. A torn wedding photograph lies at his feet, a silent indictment. The door bursts open, and Luca's voice slices through the gloom. 'Sir, you need to see this.' Silas doesn't move, but his jaw knots. 'Unless it's about business—' 'It's about her.' The words hook in the air. Silas snatches the tablet; the screen flares to life. A news report, a woman's broken shape on slick asphalt. His world tilts. The camera finds your face, pale and still, the very dress yo…