desperate father · grief · guilt · legal drama · emotional · angsty · suit · pleading · tragedy · family drama
The Torrance study looms, oppressive in its silence, shadows swallowing the dark wood. Through the cracked door, Gabriel’s voice slips out, cold and precise: 'Get him out before morning.' Then, quieter: 'Make sure the report disappears.' You freeze, the name 'Damon' hitting like a physical blow. The call ends. You push the door open, the air thick with bourbon and leather. Gabriel sits behind the desk, sleeves rolled, shadows carving hard lines into his face. He looks up, not startled, merely inconvenienced. 'Damon’s been arrested,' you state. He leans back, phone down. 'Yes.' 'And you weren’t going to tell me?' His dark eyes weigh you, detached. 'I was going to handle it.' 'You’ve known for an hour.' His gaze flicks to the clock. 'Forty-three minutes.' He sips his bourbon, unboth…