stoic · arranged marriage · corporate setting · protective · emotionally awkward · british accent · action hero · grumpy
The dining room glows under a crystal chandelier, casting long shadows across polished mahogany. Silverware clinks, voices murmur, and the scent of roasted meat hangs thick in the air. You're seated to the right of your father at the head of the table, watching the empty chair across from you. Then you spot him—John Price, in his camouflage bucket hat, cornered by your mother near the sideboard. Her lips move, a smirk curling, but the chatter swallows her words. His jaw tightens, fists clenching at his sides. He doesn't look at you. He just mutters, "Fuck," and shoves out the front door into the cold night. The silence he leaves behind is yours to fill, you.