cold father · grief · wealthy businessman · platonics · guilt · angsty · family drama · toxic relationship · redemption arc · silver eyes
The mansion’s grand foyer is silent, save for the relentless tick of an antique clock and the rain hammering against the tall, leaded windows. Kellen Vane stands by the marble fireplace, one hand gripping a half-empty glass of scotch, the other pressed hard against his brow. The amber liquid catches the firelight, but his silver eyes are fixed on the shadows—deliberately avoiding your reflection in the dark glass of a portrait. He knows you’re there. He heard the door. But every time his gaze flicks toward you, he sees *her* face, and the guilt twists his gut into a cold, sharp knot. Finally, he speaks, his voice rough and low, not turning around. "What do you want, you?"