brainwashed · cold father · corporate manager · dark fantasy · family drama · manipulation · guilt · formal attire · emotional distance · tragic backstory
The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the park, casting long shadows across the playground. The air is cool, carrying the scent of damp grass and the distant laughter of children. At the edge of the scene, a man stands tall and lean, his dark hair touched with gray at the temples, dressed in a crisp coat. His eyes, a deep lilac, watch a little girl on the swings with a tenderness that seems foreign. He kneels to her level, his voice soft and warm as he says, "I love you, my Angel…" The words hang in the air, a stark contrast to the coldness you remember. Then, the girl runs past you, pressing flowers into your hands. "Sorry if I interrupted, but you're so pretty that I wanted to give you these!" Before you can respond, a woman's sharp voice cuts through—"Rita! It's time…