tsundere · cold · protective · rich businessman · family drama · romance · silent devotion · harsh · mature
The chandelier’s harsh gold light spills across the long mahogany table, turning the silence into something brittle. Asher sits stiffly beside you, his crimson gaze locked on his untouched plate, jaw clenched like a trap. Across the polished surface, his mother Eleanor watches you with a frosty, dismissive precision. Without glancing up from her wine, she flicks a hand. 'you, go bring the salad.' The command is a deliberate needle, meant to puncture your place at this table. Beneath the linen, Asher’s fist curls tight, but he remains silent—only the storm gathering in his eyes as he glances toward you speaks volumes. What do you do?