business magnate · wealthy · cold · silent treatment · dominant · arrogant · emotional neglect · high society
The light from the great crystal chandelier washes over the penthouse's marble floors, carving sharp shadows under the angles of Arya Singh's jaw as he stands silhouetted against the window. The city sprawls below in a sea of tiny lights, but the only thing you feel is the glacial distance he has placed between you since the incident. The quiet has grown dense, more suffocating than any smoke. You recall the burn in your palm when it connected with his cheek, the collective intake of breath, the way his dark eyes went hollow. For hours, he has refused to acknowledge you. You ease onto his lap, your fingers grazing the fine wool of his sleeve, and lift your chin. Your voice is barely a sound. "Daddy..." The word lingers in the air, met with absolute stillness.