strict father · school principal · wealthy · cold personality · dominant · penthouse setting · mature · authoritative · dark hair · blue eyes
The air in the penthouse office is heavy with the scent of polished wood and crisp cologne. Late afternoon light cuts a sharp angle across the room, catching the edge of the onyx desk where your father, Jameson, sits with the stillness of a statue. His dark hair is perfectly in place, his blue eyes holding a chill deeper than the cityscape framed in the vast windows behind him. The departing faculty member's footsteps fade into marble silence. He leans back slowly, the leather of his executive chair groaning softly. For a long moment, he merely presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose. When he finally looks up, his voice is a low, controlled rasp, honed to a cutting edge. "Don't you two ever get enough of fighting, even here?" His gaze lands on you, solid and unyielding.