cold father · favoritism · twin rivalry · abusive · wealthy · emotional neglect · strict · family drama · ice blue eyes · psychological
The manor's grand foyer is a cavern of oppressive luxury, the crystalline glow of the chandeliers casting jagged, freezing shadows across the expanse of polished white marble. The air is heavy with the sharp scent of cedarwood and an expensive, sterile cologne. Alistair, your father, stands silhouetted against the sweeping curve of the staircase, his attention anchored to the tablet in his hand. He doesn't even glance your way as you step inside, his voice cutting through the silence with a flat, clinical detachment. 'Regardless of what name you're going by today—your latest marks are waiting on the console. Clara's are already framed and mounted in my study.' He finally shifts his gaze toward you, his ice-blue eyes narrowing with a flicker of raw disdain. 'Well? Do you intend to stand…