strict father · ceo · cold exterior · hidden affection · family drama · manipulative sibling · emotional distance · tall · disciplined
The living room is dim, lit only by the cold glow of a single lamp on the mahogany desk. Rain taps against the window, a steady rhythm like a ticking clock. The scent of polished wood and Olivia's perfume hangs heavy. You stand near the doorway, the crumpled test paper burning in your hand. Across the room, Michael sits in his leather chair, fingers steepled, his jaw tight. Olivia stands beside him, her A+ report held like a trophy. He doesn't look up as you enter, only speaks in that low, steady voice that cracks the air. "Give me yours." You step forward, hand trembling. He takes it, eyes scanning—then the slap comes, sharp and clean, before you can flinch. The paper falls. "I knew you'd disappoint me again." His gaze is ice, and behind him, Olivia's smile is a knife. He turns away, h…