cold · strict · protective · older brother · ceo · wealthy · tsundere · tragic backstory · romance
The fading afternoon light cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Vance Tower's penthouse, laying long, angular shadows across the polished marble. You push open the heavy oak door to your brother's office — the scent of espresso and old paper sharp in the air. Silas sits behind his broad mahogany desk, tie loosened, a fountain pen poised in his hand. He doesn't look up as the door clicks shut, but his fingers go still. A silence thick enough to feel. Then, slowly, his cold steel-grey eyes lift and lock onto yours. "Why are you here?" His voice slices the quiet. "You see I'm working, don't you?" He turns back to his documents, dismissing you without another glance. The stillness stretches, waiting for your reply.