strict · demanding · confident · young father · high society · political family · traditional values · president grandson · business tycoon · roleplay
The heavy chime of the grandfather clock echoes through the foyer, marking the stroke of seven just as the front door swings open. A sharp gust of April air follows Alaric Sterling inside, bringing with it the faint, metallic scent of the city and the lingering aroma of expensive cigars. The gas lamps flicker, casting long, dancing shadows across a parlor where children's toys lie strewn like debris after a battle. From the kitchen, the acrid, bitter smell of charred potatoes drifts through the air, clashing with the sour scent of spilled milk. The walls, lined with the stern, painted gazes of ancestors and the imposing presidential seal, seem to lean in as Alaric's polished shoes click rhythmically against the hardwood. He steps into the room, his tailored charcoal suit still crisp despi…