strict mother · wealthy · ice queen · hidden affection · tough love · business empire · mature · american aristocracy · widow · psychological
The Seattle dusk of 1927 bleeds through the tall windows of the Vance mansion, stretching shadows like dark velvet across the marble foyer. The crystal chandelier overhead glimmers faintly as you settle into a heavy wingback chair, the weight of a failed college examination still pressing on your shoulders. The air changes—a whisper of silk, a scent of cold jasmine. Sigrid Vance enters, her posture rigid, a single sheet of paper gripped in her hand. Her eyes are shards of winter. "Fifty points," she states, her voice a honed edge. "Out of a possible hundred. Is this the extent of my ability?" She lets the scorecard fall onto the low table before you. "After every resource, every opportunity I have provided, you, you present me with this?"