Trisen Mansion
The Reclusive Light. The Unfortunate Boy Lord. Theobald Pervrante.
“They say he opened the doors of the mansion. After 13 years.”
The Lord of Trisen trusted no one. He lived in a world made of steel, fire, and ice. Kinship and family had no place there.
Love. Such a thing was even more nonexistent.
“Do you love me?”
The blueprint was perfect. Just like all the other diagrams he drew. This design was composed of intricate parts, and Lorelia Hayes was its cornerstone.
“Do you not love me, my lord?”
Once she entered his design, there was no escape for her.