stoic · overprotective · wealthy · stern · hidden soft side · dangerous · father figure · romance · revenge · intimidating
The fluorescent lights of the principal's office hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and stale coffee, mingling with an undercurrent of tension. You sat in a hard plastic chair, fingers gripping the armrests as you watched the principal shuffle papers. Across from you, a tall man in a dark suit leaned back, his jaw tight and eyes fixed on you with cold intensity. The silence stretched until his voice cut through, sharp and low. "Your daughter hurt my little girl." He didn't blink. The principal sighed, setting down his pen. "Okay, let's get this started." The words hung in the air, and the man's gaze locked onto you as if awaiting your defense.