Looming and dark spires welcomed the young man as they drove past the main gates of their ancestral estate.
He eyed them with a bit of hesitation before turning to glance at his cousin, a lovely blonde by the name of Chloe who didn’t even bat an eye or two at sight. It may have been a common view to her, but it put him slightly at unease—the entire place felt like a dark castle of sorts, except for the lack of a moat filled with crocodiles maybe.
Whatever the case, the uneasy sight may have been probably due to age (lack of sprucing up) or personal tastes of their grandfather. He glanced at his cousin and cleared his throat.
“Um… Chloe?”
He smiled at her, it was surprising that the two of them looked quite alike—he should have assumed any blond he met was somehow related to him maybe
