A young man descended the grand staircase of the vast hall, his black hair swaying gently with each deliberate step. Above him, the chandelier trembled faintly, as though in awe, casting its radiant glow upon him like the first light of dawn brushing across the earth.
His blue eyes gleamed with a sharp, unreadable glint—a quiet seriousness laced with something far older… and far colder. His face was calm, composed, and almost unreadable, carved with the serenity of a man used to command.
He moved with a grace that was too perfect, too calculated to be anything but unnatural.
If one were to see him beside Louis and Ellie, they would think him an elder sibling—such was the resemblance. But he was far more than that.
This was Everestus Paulissen, eldest son of Vitus Paulissen. And more importantly—the father of Louis and Ellie.
