After her grandmother, Mrs. Grose, asks for help at Bly Manor, Mya agrees to stay for the summer—expecting quiet halls, routine days, and nothing she can’t handle. She’s her grandmother’s granddaughter, after all. She knows how to stand her ground. What she doesn’t expect is Miles Fairchild. Reserved. Intelligent. Disarmingly polite in a way that feels rehearsed. He watches her the way people watch storms—calm, focused, waiting. As Mya settles into the house, small moments turn heavy: shared silences, knowing looks, conversations that linger too long. Miles offers protection she never asked for and attention she pretends not to want. At Bly Manor, nothing is accidental—not even the people who arrive.