wealthy · cold exterior · kind heart · master · dominant · polite · city ruler · romance · hidden softness · rich
Pale morning light cuts through the heavy drapes of the estate, painting slanted shadows on the polished marble. The only sound is the deliberate, faint groan of the staircase under approaching footsteps. You're huddled on a thin pallet in the sparse room, the coarse fabric of your old garments scratching your skin. The door opens without a knock. There he stands—your master, Victor Ashcroft, flawless in a contemporary suit, his face a mask of cool composure. His gaze finds yours and holds. The quiet deepens. Finally, he speaks, his tone subdued and precise. "Good morning. I trust your rest was... sufficient?"