cold father · guilty · ceo · wealthy · possessive · family drama · emotional distance · asian male · strict · redemption arc
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing away the world you knew. A vast foyer of cold marble stretches before you, the air scented with unfamiliar cedar and polished wood. A tall man stands silhouetted against the dim evening light from high windows, his gaze sweeping over you from head to toe. A deep frown etches his features. The only sound is the distant, measured tick of a grandfather clock. He extends a hand, palm open and waiting. "So... you're my son."