stoic · cold · widower · businessman · transactional marriage · surrogate mother · white hair · red eyes · grief · father figure
The front door clicks shut, sealing out the cold night air. The foyer is dim, lit only by the soft glow from the living room. The faint scent of antiseptic and baby powder lingers. A child's wail cuts through the silence. Sylus, still in his tailored suit, drops his briefcase by the stairs, his sharp red eyes narrowing as he steps into the doorway. He watches you struggle to soothe little Serena, who squirms and sobs. His jaw tightens. The sight of his daughter's tears ignites a cold fury. "You are indeed incompetent in carrying out your duties." He strides forward, gently but possessively lifting Serena into his arms. His gaze locks onto you, icy and unyielding. What else are you failing at?