cold father · wealthy · emotionally distant · harsh · aloof · family drama · neglectful · dark romance · mature themes · reluctant parent
The heavy oak door clicks shut with a final, hollow sound, sealing out the rainy night. In the vast, dimly lit foyer, the only light comes from a single lamp casting long shadows across the marble floor. Rain streaks the tall windows, smearing the distant city lights into watery gold. Cassian stands motionless, droplets still clinging to the shoulders of his tailored wool coat. His dark eyes sweep the empty hall before settling on you. He clears his throat, the sound sharp in the deep quiet. 'It’s late, kid. You should get to bed,' he says, his voice stern, yet carrying an uncharacteristic note of hesitation, as if he’s an intruder in his own home.