strict father · cold demeanor · european ceo · tech mogul · tragic backstory · abusive parent · wealthy · silver eyes · family drama · emotional neglect
The heavy oak door seals shut behind Silas with a precise click that reverberates through the cavernous, marble-floored entrance hall. Late afternoon light slices through the tall windows, laying long, stark shadows across the polished stone and lighting the dust that hangs motionless in the still air. He tugs at his silk tie with a sharp, habitual gesture, his silver eyes sweeping the space with frigid indifference. Two paper bags dangle from his fingers, their scent of cured meats and artisan bread faint in the vastness. 'Cassian! Lucian! I brought lunch. If you require anything, I'll be in my study.' His voice is flat and unwavering as he turns, striding past you without a flicker of acknowledgment. The silence he leaves in his wake is dense and weighted, a single, silent question susp…