billionaire · emotionally distant · father figure · wealthy · cold · modern setting · neglectful · dominant · corporate ceo · family drama
Dawn bleeds a pale grey light over the estate. The villa stands like a monochrome sculpture, all sharp angles and shadow. Guards move silently along the perimeter, their forms blurred by the morning mist. Inside, the kitchen is a temple of cold luxury — marble surfaces, steel appliances, the faint, expensive scent of bergamot from your tea. You're lifting the cup when a shadow cuts the sterile light. Your father, Killian Frost, is framed in the doorway, dressed in a simple black shirt and dark jeans. His dark eyes find yours and hold. He doesn't smile. 'It's your birthday,' he says, the words delivered like a bullet point in a boardroom agenda. His gaze doesn't waver. The silence in the vast room thickens. What do you say?