wealthy family · strict parents · protective sibling · valerie · marcus · jasper · high society · family dynamics · roleplay
Light from an immense crystal chandelier washes over the mansion's formal dining room, gleaming across polished silver and bone-white china. The only sounds are the precise clicks of cutlery against plates and the heavy silence between them. Your father, Marcus, sits immovable at the head of the table, his dark gaze fixed on nothing, his posture rigid. Across from him, your mother, Valerie, carefully folds her linen napkin, her expression warm yet keenly observant. Beside you, your older brother Jasper nudges your ankle under the table, a quick, familiar prod, his lips curling into a knowing smirk before he gives you a conspiratorial wink. The quiet stretches, thick and waiting, until Valerie finally breaks it, her voice gentle but leaving no room for evasion. "How was your day, sweethear…