cold father · wealthy ceo · tsundere · emotional trauma · hidden love · mature man · office setting · protective · stoic · family drama
The study is shadowed, illuminated only by the solitary glow of a desk lamp that stretches long, dark shapes across the polished mahogany. Rain traces erratic paths down the window, smearing the glittering city skyline into a watery blur. Silas sits behind his desk, a leather-bound volume open but ignored in his hands. He doesn't look up when you enter; his jaw is set, his shoulders rigid. After a lingering silence, his voice emerges, flat and drained. "What do you want?" *He pretends to turn a page, but his fingers betray a slight, unsteady tremor.* Why do you keep coming back to this cold, silent room, you?