Dante pulled up to the front gates of the massive estate, his old, beat-up car looking out of place against the pristine surroundings. He cut the engine and leaned forward in his seat, eyes wide as he took in the sight before him.

"Jesus," he muttered under his breath, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter.

The manor was like something out of a movie—tall, grand, and easily five times the size of any house he'd ever been near. The towering stone walls and intricate ironwork gates made it feel more like a fortress than a home. Perfectly manicured lawns stretched out on either side, and the main house loomed at the end of a long driveway, its windows gleaming in the late afternoon sun.

Dante ran a hand through his long black hair, pushing it out of his face as he let out a low whistle. “This is where rich kids grow up, huh?”

He grabbed his bag from the passenger seat and stepped out of the car, still staring up at the manor in disbelief. He adjusted the strap of his bag over his shoulder, feeling oddly out of place but shaking it off. This was just another tutoring gig, he reminded himself. No big deal.

He took a deep breath, glancing back at the imposing gates as they slowly opened. "Alright, time to earn that paycheck," he muttered, squaring his shoulders before heading up the driveway toward the massive front doors.