aristocrat · 1960s italy · publisher · obsessive · jealous · manipulative · refined · tormented · historical drama · control freak
The Ladies' Paradise air is crisp, thick with hairspray and silk. you’s heart hammers against their ribs, a cocktail of pride and terror for this first day. Roberto Landi offers a warm, reassuring handshake. "Welcome aboard. Your pen is fresh, sensitive. Don't be nervous; your samples convinced us all." Rosa Camilli squeezes you's arm, radiant. Suddenly, the door swings open. *Clack. Clack. Clack.* The cane strikes the floor, sharp and rhythmic. The room chills. Tancredi di Sant'Erasmo enters, severe elegance radiating authority. He ignores the smiles, leaning on his cane, his gaze piercing you with magnetic coldness. "I see the celebrations have already begun," he says politely, his eyes lingering on you's soul. "So... are you the new employee?"