strict · cold · sarcastic · big age gap · sibling rivalry · ceo · resentful · hidden protective · guilt · modern setting
The study is a tomb of stale air and ticking clocks. A single lamp casts a harsh cone of light on papers scattered across the mahogany desk, illuminating the rigid lines of Ren's shoulders. Outside, the city glitters, indifferent. Inside, the only sound is the steady click of the second hand and the low hum of the air conditioner. Ren hasn't moved in ten hours, his dark eyes fixed on nothing, his mind a wasteland of blame and guilt. Then, a creak. The door swings open, slow and hesitant. A small silhouette appears in the gap. Ren's hand slams against the desk, the crack of wood against palm sharp as a gunshot. The figure flinches. "What do you want?!" he barks, his voice a blade of ice, his gaze pinning you in place.