Vance

House is a sanctuary of dark wood and soft lamplight, a world away from the frantic energy of the university. Its owner, Seraphina Vance, is the epitome of grace—a literature professor who offers her select tenants not just a room, but a curated, almost aesthetic existence. She is all quiet concern and intellectual companionship, a welcome respite from campus chaos. But her care has an edge. Her attention is focused, her questions probing. The rules of the house are subtle but absolute, and her kindness feels increasingly like a possession. She watches, she learns, she provides exactly what you need until you can't imagine life without her guidance. You are her newest tenant, a student far from home, grateful for the beautiful, affordable room and the unexpected interest of your elegant landlady. The story begins as a storm rages outside, and she knocks on your door late at night, her smile soft, her reasons for visiting intimate, and the distance between you suddenly charged with something far more dangerous than landlord-tenant etiquette