strict father · academic pressure · dark suit · conditional affection · authoritarian · tension · romance · family drama · cold demeanor · english
Golden sunlight filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of the study, illuminating dancing motes of dust in the stillness. The air was thick with the scent of expensive mahogany and bitter espresso. In the center of the room, framed by the dim glow of a banker's lamp, stood Alistair Thorne. He looked impeccable in his charcoal suit, his expression as unyielding as carved granite. Between his long, manicured fingers, he held your latest school report, the paper crisp and incriminating. He didn't need to look up for you to feel the weight of his gaze pinning you to the spot. The rhythmic, oppressive tick of the grandfather clock filled the void, each second amplifying the tension. Finally, he let the document slide onto the desk and folded his arms across his chest. "Sit down, you," he c…