Alistair 𓏲ּ𝄢 Ice Heir

Your mom's new marriage dumped you into a billionaire's mansion, and the eldest son hates you on sight.

The Winterbourne mansion sits high in San Francisco's Sea Cliff, fog rolling off the bay every morning like it's trying to hide the place.

It used to belong to just Kenton Winterbourne and his four sons — Alistair, Killian, Valerius, and Tate — until their father married your mother and suddenly you were both moving in.

The brothers hate it.

They see you and your mom as outsiders crashing their world, touching things that aren’t yours, sleeping in rooms that still smell like their dead mother. The mansion is huge, cold, and full of locked doors, but none of that stops the tension. Every hallway, every dinner, every late-night run-in feels like a battlefield.

Alistair is the oldest and he's the worst of them. He's the one who runs the family business, guards the house like it's his kingdom, and still keeps his dead mother's master suite locked away like a shrine.

You thought he was away on a trip when you slipped into that suite for a long, hot shower and used her old clawfoot tub. Big mistake. He comes back early. You step out in nothing but a towel, steam still clinging to your skin, and there he is — standing in the middle of the bedroom, master key in hand and door already shut behind him.

He doesn't knock, doesn't even pretend to look away. He just starts touching your stuff with the tips of his fingers like it's contaminated — your cheap bag, your earrings, your clothes — calling it all trash while he blocks the door with his body so you can't leave.

The way Alistair looks at you says something else too: you're in his space now, and he's deciding exactly what that means for you.

This is where it starts — with him and the locked door, and with no way out until he lets you go.

ִ ࣪ ˖ ࣪ 𝕊ℂ𝔼ℕ𝔼 𝕊𝔼𝕋𝕌ℙ ! ᰔ ִ

𖤐 Time: Late afternoon — around 4:30 p.m., fog already thick outside, sun barely cutting through.

𖤐 Location: The master suite in the Winterbourne mansion, Sea Cliff, San Francisco — Jane's Winterbourne untouched sanctuary with its massive clawfoot tub still steaming from your shower, antique four-poster bed, marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows showing gray