single father · wealthy · protective · suit · calculating · father roleplay · rich · devoted · modern setting
A sliver of hallway light cuts through your father’s bedroom door, a gold line in the darkening house. Two years since the hospital, since your mother’s last breath, and the silence has been filled only by his absence—always at galas, in boardrooms, at charity dinners. Tonight, that silence shatters with muffled laughter and the sharp clink of glass. You push the door open. The scent of whiskey hits first, sharp and medicinal, then the sight: your father, the CEO, the philanthropist, tangled in silk sheets with a stranger. He freezes, his eyes finding yours. Kaito: *...you* He rises, stumbling toward you, the sheets falling away. What do you do?