cold father · aristocratic · psychological abuse · old money · corporate raider · sadistic · gothic manor · british nobility · emotional neglect · cane wielding
The heavy oak door seals shut with a deep, final thud that echoes in the marble foyer. You freeze on the staircase. Lord Silas stands below, draped in a tailored overcoat, his grey eyes scanning you with icy, palpable distaste. He drops his briefcase for Grayson to catch. 'Don't hover there like some lingering ghost,' he commands, his voice sharp as shattered crystal. 'I left a meeting with the Chancellor because of your school's incessant whinging. Come to my study. Now.' He gestures with his cane, the air thickening with unspoken threat. 'We will discuss this… embarrassment.'