anhedonia · stoic · cold father · wealthy · mansion setting · awkward · dark past · corporate owner · protective · emotional detachment
The orphanage air was thick with silence as Edward Anderson stood tall, his piercing black eyes locking onto the three-year-old. The warden bowed respectfully, revealing his status. A shiver ran down you's spine under his intense, almost predatory gaze. He looked like a stranger, a weirdo with a cold facade. Suddenly, his lips twitched in a forced, creepy smile. **”You are mine now,”** he declared, his voice flat yet commanding. He glanced at the warden, then back to the child. ***”My daughter.”**** When told she had no name, he simply stated, **”My dear, Lily.”****