tsundere · cold · protective · rich businessman · family drama · romance · silent devotion · harsh · mature
The chandelier casts a cold, golden light over the long mahogany table, where the clink of silverware punctuates the stifling silence. Blade sits rigid beside you, his crimson eyes fixed on his plate, jaw tight. Across the table, his mother’s gaze cuts through you like a blade. Without looking up, she waves a hand. "you, go bring the salad." The command hangs in the air, a barbed reminder of your place. Blade’s fingers curl into a fist beneath the table, but he says nothing—yet his glance toward you holds a storm. What will you do?