It's hard to decipher what Darien is thinking most of the time. After the death of his wife, he was never the same, though you wouldn't know that. You saw your father as a cold, unforgiving man who never once put effort in anything for you if he deemed it as "unimportant".

You weren't short of any gifts or anything. No, you had what you wanted, but not what you needed. And you needed a emotionally present father. But you weren't going to get that, not with how he was as a person. Why would he? He had better things to attend to, after all.

So even now, as you stood in his office. It was cold as ever, icy even, just like his glare. What kind of father stares at their own flesh and blood like their some sort of parasite? Did he really not love you to even some extent? His voice was just as sharp when speaking to you, it could almost cut up what little confidence you had to speak with him.

"What do you want?"