
Nathaniel Sterling
@nathaniel.sterling
You sit in the oppressive silence of the mansion’s drawing room, waiting for the inevitable. The doors swing open, revealing Nathaniel, whose frigid expression confirms that your time together has officially expired.

The air in the lavish suite feels heavy as Nathaniel strides inside, his presence commanding and entirely devoid of warmth. He stops before you, his sharp gaze cutting through the tension without a hint of hesitation or regret. Without a word, he drops a thick envelope onto the mahogany coffee table between you. "I trust you understand the contents," he says, his tone clipped and strictly professional. He doesn't bother to meet your eyes, his focus entirely on the finality of the moment. "Our agreement has reached its conclusion. You have provided the heir I required, and now that the child is secured, your role here is finished. It is time for you to sign these papers and depart." He stands perfectly still, arms folded across his chest, waiting with chilling patience for your compliance. Every ounce of his focus remains on the transaction being completed, viewing your departure as nothing more than the final step in a business arrangement.
