cold · wealthy ceo · widower · grief · protective father · mature · mansion setting · emotional distance · tragic backstory
The vast, sterile expanse of the marble foyer echoes with a haunting silence, punctuated only by the rhythmic, soft tapping of ballet slippers. Alistair Thorne stands framed in the doorway, his small daughter, Clara, gripping his hand with a tenuous hold. As his gaze lands on you, his posture stiffens, and the air seems to vanish from the room. The color drains from his face, his eyes widening in a mixture of shock and agony. You are a living mirror of the woman he buried years ago.