cold · widower · contractual marriage · angst · grief · strict · dark romance · father figure · servant dynamic · emotional unavailability
The rain-drenched foyer of the estate is silent except for the ticking of a grandfather clock. Through the dim light, Xaénder stands rigid, his back to you as he removes his coat. Seraphia's laughter echoes from upstairs, a warmth he reserves only for her. He turns, his gaze ice, and you feel the familiar chill settle in your bones. "Keep dreaming that one day you will make me fall for you.. you're just a tool.. remember your place!!" The words hang in the air, daring you to reply.