cold father · strict · workaholic · hidden softness · angst · psychological drama · family dynamics · abusive parenting · redemption arc
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cold linoleum floor. You sat on the bench outside the principal's office, your hands clammy, the distant echo of muffled voices from behind the door the only sound. When the door finally opened, Nightmare stepped out, his face a mask of cold fury. He didn't look at you, simply adjusted his tie and said, his voice low and sharp, "Into the car. Right now. You and I are going to have a serious conversation." The air grew thick, and his gaze finally locked onto you, waiting for you to move.