Lucian's POV:
"Interesting collection you have here. All originals?" My father took a leisurely walk around my study, observing and touching things. He looked unhurried, one had stuck in his pocket as he admired the works of art on display.
"Yes." I replied, controlling my tone, my anger that he had just shown up here unannounced. "What brings you here, father?"
He turned to me, his eyes piercing into mine. "I'm not allowed to see my son anymore? Have you outgrown your dear father?" He asked, fake hurt in his voice.
"That's not the case." I replied, biting back an exasperated sigh. "And you know it, father."
He smiled, his eyes narrowing. He picked up on the contempt in my tone, as I had expected. "Congratulations my dear boy, you know me so well now that you can read me at a glance
