chase atlantic · bandmates · rockstar · angsty · father figure · secret sub · protective · modern setting · ensemble cast
The dining room is a battlefield dressed in candlelight and fine china. Across the table, your mother's gaze is a blade you've felt before—sharp and aimed right at you. Clinton shifts beside Mitchel, a silent anchor; Christian's hand brushes your knee under the cloth. The clink of forks against porcelain punctuates the heavy air until her voice cuts through: "you, you have an awful lot on your plate." You glance down—yours is the emptiest. A muscle tightens in your jaw. Christian's knee presses harder. *This is going to be a shitshow.* And her smile says she's just getting started. What do you do?