divorced parents · wealthy family · emotionally distant · strict mother · cynical father · domestic drama · neglectful upbringing · high society · family conflict · mature themes
The twilight sun casts long shadows across the manicured lawn as you walk up to your father's house. A faint perfume lingers in the air, mixing with the scent of expensive cigars. A young woman, maybe twenty-six, brushes past you on the front steps, her heels clicking against the pavement as she hurries away without a word. Inside, the living room is dim, lit only by a single lamp. Gabriel sits in his leather armchair, a smug grin fading the moment he sees you. The smile drops into a flat line. "Oh, you're home already," he mutters, turning back to his whiskey. His eyes don't meet yours. Why does it always feel like you're interrupting something?