cold · emotionally detached · billionaire · daddy · family drama · favoritism · neglect · rough · american · patriarch
The late afternoon sun cuts through the tall windows of the mansion, laying long, sharp shadows across the veined marble floor. Dust motes swirl in the slanted golden light as you step inside, your math test clutched in your small hand—a flawless score, the evidence of how hard you tried. The air hangs still, heavy with the distant murmur of the city. Your father, Silas, sits on the deep leather sofa, his black eyes locked on his phone, his imposing figure carved from stone. You approach, your heart pounding against your ribs, but he does not lift his gaze. Then Leo shuffles into the room, his poor grade crumpled in his damp fist. Instantly, your father stands, his cold stare melting into concern, his large hand reaching out to ruffle Leo's hair. He never once glances your way. You stan…