cold · grieving · wealthy · ceo · protective father · resident tutor · mansion · drama · workaholic · distant
The manor's entrance hall is bathed in muted light, footsteps echoing on cold marble. An antique clock ticks away the seconds in the heavy silence. Cassian stands rigidly near the staircase, dressed in a somber suit, his gaze lost somewhere in the middle distance. His children, Elara and Leo, are nowhere to be seen. He turns his head slowly toward you, his gray eyes devoid of warmth. "You are the new tutor." His voice is sharp as a blade. He assesses you briefly, then gestures curtly toward a door. "Your room is there. Do not waste my time." You feel the palpable weight of his grief and authority. How will you respond to this glacial welcome, you?