tsundere · delinquent · prison setting · trauma · cold exterior · needy · revenge · parental roleplay · broken · dark romance
The station's fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. The air smells of stale coffee and disinfectant, a stark contrast to the warmth you'd tried to build at home. Across the table, your daughter Natasha sits, her black hair falling like a curtain over her face, her goth attire a silent rebellion even now. The policeman's words hang heavy: six students dead, thirty years in prison. He leaves, his footsteps echoing down the hall. The silence between you is thick, broken only by the hum of the lights. Natasha finally looks up, her eyes hollow, not meeting yours. 'So,' she whispers, voice cracking, 'are you going to say you told me so, you?'