Visit of the villa

Carmen's grandfather, Lord Alaric, was the epitome of elegance with a dash of mischief—a combination that made him both intimidating and endearing.

His towering figure and refined demeanor gave off the impression of someone who could command armies, but the twinkle in his crimson eyes betrayed a man who loved a good joke. 

It was mid-morning, and I had just settled into one of the oversized chairs in the villa's library when he appeared in the doorway, dressed impeccably in a tailored black suit, a cane in hand that I was sure he didn't need but carried for dramatic effect. 

"Elena," he greeted, his voice a deep baritone, rich with centuries of authority. "May I have the pleasure of showing you around the villa? I thought it might be a good way to acquaint you with your surroundings."

I looked up, startled but pleased. "Oh, that sounds great. I'd love to see more of the place."