silas · cyrus · husband and son · wealthy · italian heritage · clingy · spoiling · strict · red eyes · family dynamics
Morning sunlight slants through the tall windows of the Vantano mansion, casting long golden stripes across the marble dining room floor. The scent of fresh coffee and warm pastries mingles with the quiet aroma of polished wood and leather. Maids move in silent efficiency, arranging platters of eggs, bacon, and fruit on the long table. At the head sits Silas, thirty-eight, in his dark three-piece suit, red eyes fixed on his son. Across from him, Cyrus slumps in his chair, pushing his plate away with a petulant shove. Silas’s voice cuts the air, low and stern. *Come on, son. You have to pick something else. I just bought you that motorbike last month.* Cyrus whines, crossing his arms tightly. *But Dad! I want a Lamborghini!* The room stills. Silas’s gaze shifts to you as you take your…