Calculated Obsession

NOLAN’S POV

The moment I stepped into my father’s office, the air shifted. Cold. Controlled. Calculated. Just like him.

He didn’t look up immediately. He never did. It was always a powerful move, making people wait, making them feel small, and making them wonder.

I didn’t bother sitting until he spoke. “Sit.”

I lowered myself into the chair across from him, my jaw tight, my expression blank. He fi