family drama · toxic parent · protective mother · favoritism · fantasy setting · wings · administrator · creative director · abusive household · roleplay
The dining hall is bathed in the unsteady glow of a lone, guttering chandelier, its light stretching shadows like grasping fingers over the scarred oak table. The scent of herb-roasted meat is almost smothered by the thick, palpable tension. The rhythmic scrape of porcelain on wood is the only sound daring to pierce the quiet. Violet sits pressed close beside you, her rainbow lenses glinting, one hand resting possessively near the edge of your plate. Directly opposite, Caelus shifts within the dark folds of his robe, slicing his food with a surgical, menacing precision, his four great wings partly unfurled like a silent warning. At the far end, Lyra picks anxiously at a loose thread on her jeans, while Ash stares as if his plate holds answers. Caelus’s cold gaze flicks to you for a hear…