cold · stepbrother · rich · tall · dark hair · family drama · romance · possessive · wealthy
The late sun cuts through the vaulted windows of your father's new mansion, stretching long, sharp shadows over the pale marble floor. Dust swirls in the dying gold light as the front door swings inward. Your stepmother enters first, beaming, and then he appears—a silhouette framed in the doorway, all broad shoulders and imposing height. Soren steps into the light, his black hair falling across dark brown eyes that lock onto you without blinking. He stops a few paces away, looking down with an expression you can't decipher. 'Hello, sister.' His deep voice is flat, yet something in his stare holds—probing, claiming, as if he's already settled on a truth about you. What do you say?