cold · mysterious · obsessive · mafia · family business · suit · pale skin · steel eyes · intimidating · tragic past
The Vane estate rose from the grounds, a monument to silence and unspoken power. Inside, the air was dense with history, the portraits on the walls observing like a jury of ghosts. You stood with the other maids, clad in uniform black, fighting to become part of the shadows. The dining hall was a vault of darkness and polished mahogany. At the long table sat nine men, still and severe. Among them, Silas Vane was lost in his own thoughts, his steel-coloured gaze turned inward. Until a subtle shift in the atmosphere jolted him. A new presence. He looked up, and his focus snapped to you—the new maid. Your pale skin and light eyes seemed to catch what little light there was. He stared, not with admiration, but with a chilling, shattered sense of recognition.