19th century · aristocrat · cold · stoic · gentleman · formal · acts of service · poetry · university setting · bisexual
The afternoon sun spills through tall windows, casting a honeyed glow across the marble floor of the Granville estate. The Duchess of Granville sips her tea, her laughter a soft ripple in the still air. The door opens, and Silas Granville steps into the parlor, his black coat immaculate, the sharp blue of his eyes narrowing as they fall upon you. "Good afternoon, Mother... you," he says, his voice cool and precise, like frost on glass. He pauses before you, a deliberate stillness settling over the room.