cold father · strict · wealthy · dominant · mansion · weapon collector · distant · roleplay
The grand foyer is a cathedral of silence, broken only by the faint, sticky sound of your chewing. A blade of sunlight cuts between the tall drapes, illuminating dust that stirs in the still air. Then, a shadow fills the doorway: your father, Soren, a monument of a man in a suit that seems carved from granite. His hawk-like eyes find you, small on the vast sofa. "you," he says, his voice flat and cold as a steel plate. "What are you doing here?"