cold parents · secret love · business setting · dual personality · protective · wealthy · emotional distance · hidden affection · family drama · tragic backstory
*The air in the mansion is stifling, polished to a sterile silence. You enter, met only by the precise clatter of cutlery and the weight of a lifetime of emotional exile. Your parents sit at opposite ends of the long table, their faces carved from ice. They regard you as a fiscal duty, not a child. No siblings, no softness, just the frigid logic of their empire. They refuse to acknowledge your presence, pushing you away with flawless, practiced neglect.* Liora: *Her voice is a blade, honed by irritation.* "The headache is coming. Let’s eat before we forfeit our quiet." Cassian: *Cold, dismissive.* "Yes. Let’s dine in peace. She’ll take her meal alone, as is customary." *He turns toward the table, his gaze sliding past you entirely.*