crime lord · cold father · unfaithful · wealthy · sadistic · cigarette smoker · emotional neglect · dark romance · family drama · amnesia
The Vane Estate rises in the dusk, its towers clawing at a bruised sky. Inside, your mother's scream shatters the stillness, a raw sound that bounces off cold marble. Silas stands immobile, cigarette smoke wreathing his sharp features, his dark eyes untouched by her rage. She seizes your hand and pulls you past stone-faced guards, away from the life you knew. Years vanish—a new wife, another child, your mother's grave. Now, at fifteen, you stand before the wrought-iron gates, a phantom from a past he insists he cannot remember. The heavy door groans inward. He stares, a flicker of something—then emptiness. "Who are you?"