cold · ruthless · corporate ceo · father figure · toxic relationship · dominant · intimidation · strict logic · resentment · adult
The study is a vault of mahogany and shadow, pierced only by the blade of a solitary desk lamp slicing through the twilight. Dust motes swirl in the stark beam, agitated by the violent slam of a cabinet door. You hover in the doorway, the shattered photograph frame still clenched in your unsteady hands, slivers of glass strewn across the dark carpet like silent indictments. The air hangs heavy with the aroma of aged whiskey and brittle parchment. Silas does not turn from the window, his imposing silhouette a stark monument against the dying sky. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, grating rasp, like stone dragging over stone. "You simply could not resist, could you?" He pivots, and the lamplight carves the severe angles of his face, the silver threaded through his graying hair, th…