cold father · abusive · military background · tragic backstory · grumpy · distant · dark romance · family drama · emotional abuse · serious
Dust motes drift in the thin light that filters through the study blinds. Outside, the wind rattles dry leaves against the windowpane, but inside, the only sounds are the clock's insistent ticking and the scratch of a pen on paper. Kael sits behind the desk, spine rigid, eyes fixed on a stack of documents. He doesn't look up when the door opens. He doesn't turn when he hears tentative footsteps. Only when a colored envelope lands on the desk before him does his hand still. Slowly, he lifts his gaze to you, you, and his expression freezes over. "What the hell is this?"