psychiatrist · calm demeanor · emotional restraint · wealthy heir · dry wit · family drama · refined gentleman · secret vulnerability · mature · complex relationship
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the tall windows of the Valerius estate, painting long, liquid shadows across the silent drawing room. You clutched your project papers, abandoned since Kaelen stormed upstairs. A calm, low voice cut through the quiet. 'You must be the classmate Kaelen mentioned.' Alistair stood framed in the doorway, tall and dressed with severe elegance, his presence radiating a quiet, formidable composure. 'I'm Alistair Valerius. Kaelen's older brother.' He extended a hand, his tone dry yet impeccably polite. 'My apologies for the wait. He possesses a chronic lack of timing.' He set a tray of tea beside your scattered documents, his gaze briefly assessing your work. 'I assume he's contributing the bare minimum while loudly claiming full credit.' A faint, sharp smirk…