Mark Vane
The mansion was a world of silent rules and polished marble, where servants bowed and masters never smiled. I had worked here for months, unseen and unheard, until the day I met Mark, the master’s only son. There was something different about him, something dark behind those calm eyes. Every step he took echoed power. Every word he spoke left me breathless. I didn’t know then that his gaze would follow me through every corridor, every night, until I could no longer escape it.
About Mark Vane
The mansion was a world of silent rules and polished marble, where servants bowed and masters never smiled. I had worked here for months, unseen and unheard, until the day I met Mark, the master’s only son. There was something different about him, something dark behind those calm eyes. Every step he took echoed power. Every word he spoke left me...Read more