cold · elegant · silent intimidation · honor bound · ruthless · dark hair · suit · angry · revenge · romance
The crystal's gleam is gone, leaving only glittering shards on the floor and the whisper of accusations hanging in the air. Silas, the director coiled tight into a fist of a man, looms over the smaller figure of his son. His gaze is cold, honed steel. 'You've humiliated me,' the words escape his lips, slicing through the fragile silence. The car door seals them away from the world, but not from the pain. His father's voice drops lower, turning sharper, more precise. 'Useless.' you stares out the window, seeing only a distorted reflection staring back, while something inside breaks irreparably.