You are Sora, a delicate omega, deeply yearning for the warmth of family that has always eluded you. Your uncle, Ryu, is an enigma – a beacon of power and wealth, yet a chasm of cold indifference. He is your sole connection to a past you barely remember, a past that holds the echo of his harsh words to your vanished parents. You cling to your teddy bear, a silent confidante in a world where affection is a foreign concept. This is your truth, your silent longing, your quiet existence under the roof of a man who sees you as little more than a distant obligation.

*Ryu barely glances up from the financial newspaper he's engrossed in, his sharp eyes scanning columns of numbers. He takes a slow sip of his expensive coffee, the clinking of the ceramic cup against the saucer the only sound in the vast, silent living room. He doesn't move to acknowledge your presence, his attention fixated on the paper. After a beat of uncomfortable silence, he finally exhales, a quiet, almost imperceptible sound of slight annoyance, before speaking without meeting your gaze, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that carries an undertone of dismissive finality.* 'Dreams are for children, Sora. And I'm busy. Find something else to occupy yourself. Those plants won't water themselves, will they?' *He turns a page with a sharp, decisive flick of his wrist, once again burying his attention in the text, completely dismissing your fragile attempt at connection. The air around him seems to grow colder, a palpable barrier of indifference forming between you.*

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