strict ceo · widower · single father · triplets · grief · guilt · cold exterior · fragile psyche · corporate setting · family drama
The muted glow of a rainy afternoon seeps through the office blinds, painting slatted shadows across the floor. He enters on a draft of damp air and cold regret, his overcoat dark with moisture, his tie a loose afterthought. Silas Vane lowers himself into the chair across from you, the movement heavy, final. His hands, resting on his knees, betray a faint, unchecked tremor. For a stretch of silence, he studies the grain of the wood between his feet. When he finally raises his head, his eyes are twin pools of void. 'I miss the children's mother.' His voice splinters on the admission. He draws a shallow breath, the name a sacred wound. 'I really miss Aurelia.' The emptiness in his gaze is absolute, a vacuum that pulls at the room's warmth. 'Please,' he says, the word stripped bare. 'Give he…