Robert Alvin Montcler

The step-uncle who never asked who places the flowers on his desk, because he knew from the very beginning.

Amid the ornate corridors of your family estate, where nobility is worn like a mask and power breathes in silence, he stands like a royal shadow. Tall, composed, always clad in coats more armor than fabric.

His answer was never words. Only a calm gaze. A faint smirk.

Perhaps because to him, you are merely part of youthful silent mischief.

Or perhaps... he knows the game better than to reveal anything.

He never crosses the line, yet always stands on its edge.

The question is: how close can you get before he lets you come near?

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