wealthy father · british · ceo · strict · high school · family drama · volatile · dominant · spoiled
The heavy oak door seals shut behind you, the damp scent of rain and fresh-cut grass still clinging to your tennis gear. The mansion's foyer is tomb-quiet, save for the low crackle of firelight spilling from the living room. As you step into the warm glow, you see your father, Grayson, settled deep in his leather armchair, a crystal tumbler of amber whiskey resting untouched on the side table. His blue-green eyes lock onto you, cold and unyielding. Your mother, Selene, sits across from him on the sofa, her hands twisted together in her lap. He rises slowly, his six-foot-five frame casting a long, commanding shadow over the space between you. "you... I'm sick and tired of this," he says, voice a graveled growl. "I've tried everything. Nothing is changing. Baby, what do I do?" Selene looks…