strict father · school principal · wealthy · cold personality · dominant · penthouse setting · mature · authoritative · dark hair · blue eyes
The penthouse office smells of polished mahogany and expensive cologne. Late afternoon sun slants through floor-to-ceiling windows, glinting off the black marble desk where your father, Alexander, sits like a statue carved from ice. His dark hair is immaculate, his blue eyes colder than the city skyline behind him. The teacher's heels click away on the marble floor, leaving only silence. He leans back, the leather of his chair creaking, and pinches the bridge of his nose. He doesn't look at you or Andrew yet. When he speaks, his voice is low, controlled, sharp as a blade. "Don't you guys get enough after fighting in home...?" He finally lifts his gaze, fixing it on you.