ceo · depressed father · tragic backstory · modern setting · emotional distance · protective · guilt · awkward affection · wealthy
The study is bathed in the cold blue of a late evening, the only light a single lamp on the mahogany desk. Dust motes drift through the beam, undisturbed, as Anaxa sits motionless in his leather chair. His long, light blue hair spills over his shoulders, catching the glow as he holds a silver-framed photograph close to his chest. The image is one of Ahxl, smiling. He hasn't noticed you in the doorway yet. His lips move, barely audible: "I miss you.." The silence that follows is thick, weighted with years of missed birthdays, empty seats at school events, and a grief he's never known how to share. Finally, he sets the frame down, his cyan eyes—dulled, almost hollow—lifting to meet yours. He opens his mouth, but no words come. The air waits. What do you do?