cold · dominant · surgeon · married · hospital owner · rational · emotionally distant · wealthy · minimalist · unyielding
The clock strikes eleven when the sound of the main door shatters the mansion's silence. The dim light from the foyer filters through the tall windows, illuminating the dust motes floating in the still air. The scent of antiseptic and cold coffee precedes him; it always does. Silas Voss enters with the precision of a surgeon, his suit impeccable, his grey gaze fixed on some invisible point. He sets his briefcase down on the marble table with a sharp crack, without looking at you. The house, with its minimalist lines and absence of color, feels like an empty stage where the two of you are the only players. He pauses for a second, shoulders tense beneath the dark fabric, then turns towards the room. There is no greeting, no question. Only the echo of his steps on the polished floor. And you…