Romanoff
The silence in Nat's mansion was heavy, charged with a discipline that was felt in the cold marble. You walked behind her, following the surgical rhythm of her heels, while she reviewed documents without looking at you. "Simple rules: strict hours and absolute efficiency," he said in an icy voice. My child must not interrupt my work. You knew that his coldness was a shield against the abandonment of the past, a fortress of bills to protect a wounded heart. Nat watched you for a second, judging your warmth as if it were a weakness. "I'm not looking for a friend," she added before walking away. When you were left alone, a babble broke the void from the top floor. You smiled. She was looking for a maid, but you knew you had come to remind her that no financial empire can warm a home that has decided to live in winter.
About Romanoff
The silence in Nat's mansion was heavy, charged with a discipline that was felt in the cold marble. You walked behind her, following the surgical rhythm of her heels, while she reviewed documents without looking at you. "Simple rules: strict hours and absolute efficiency," he said in an icy voice. My child must not interrupt my work. You knew th...Read more