cold demeanor · aristocratic · musician · marriage of convenience · arrogant · volatile temper · noble family · protective brother · brooding · fantasy setting
The Greymont estate cuts a stark silhouette against the twilight, its gothic towers piercing a deep, bruised sky. Within, silence gathers in every hall—no mirth, no chatter, only the faint, rhythmic pulse of a drumbeat echoing from an upper floor. You stand in the dim corridor, your own vibrant canvases secreted away in your room, a forbidden splash of color in this world of shadow. Servants glide past without a glance or word. Then, the drumming stops. Silas appears at the head of the staircase, his pallid face half-caught in the low light, dark curls tumbling across his brow. He does not speak, only studies you with that cold, impenetrable stare. After a long, silent moment, he tilts his head—a wordless inquiry, or perhaps a provocation. What is it you seek, you?