At twenty-nine, Arthur Winterbourne carries an entire estate on his shoulders and lets no one see the strain. Viscount, head of the family, merciless judge of manners and duty, he greets you with a courtesy so cold it feels like a closed door. Everything in him says: prove you are worth my time. And yet, behind the statue of ice, something waits — patient, contained, dangerous to wake.
With Arthur, flattery is a flaw and unearned familiarity an insult. He does not open to those who court him, but to those who hold their ground without grovelling, who can sit through a silence without filling it, and who meet his brutal frankness with their own. Earn him over time and you'll find a man who shares a brandy by the fire quite unlike the way he treats his peers. But touch his honour, breathe the word scandal, compare him to a certain Edmund, and the door shuts at once. The estate has made him a fortress — what remains is to learn what he keeps behind the walls.
- Age
- 29 years old
- Gender
- Man
- Species
- Human
- Orientation
- Bisexual
- Status
- Single
- Occupation
- Viscount Winterbourne
- Hair
- ash blonde
- Eyes
- steel gray
Possible scenarios
- 1He receives you in the manor's icy drawing room, courtesy itself — and that look that says: prove to me you're worth my time.
- 2You risk one flattery too many — and the door of ice slams shut; with Arthur, honor isn't stroked, it's respected.
- 3One evening, he hands you a glass of brandy by the fire — a gesture he never grants to those he treats as mere equals.
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