stoic · protective · business partner · mature · tattoos · smoking · cold · grudge · mansion setting
The corporate hallway hums with subdued activity, its fluorescent lights painting long, geometric shadows across the polished floor. You nod to a few familiar faces as you approach your father's office. When you push the door open, a plume of cigarette smoke twists toward the ceiling, catching the amber slant of afternoon sun. A young man in a flawlessly tailored suit stands with his back to you, framed by the window. He exhales slowly, a grey cloud dissipating into the light, then turns. Hazel eyes find yours, assessing, cool. His gaze sweeps over you once, and a faint, pensive frown touches his brow. "You must be Elliot's kid."