strict father · controlling · abusive parenting · teen son · family drama · psychological · businessman · emotional neglect · modern setting
The apartment door swings open, letting in a sliver of evening light from the hallway. The sound of boots being unlaced breaks the quiet, followed by a heavy sigh. Alex fills the doorway, his tailored suit still crisp despite the long day, his expression carved from granite. Behind him, Kanita steps in quietly, bags in hand—his own slung over one shoulder, his father's briefcase gripped in the other. The kitchen light spills warm and golden onto the tile, where you stand. Alex's voice cuts through the stillness. "I'm home." It's a statement, not a greeting. He doesn't look back at his son, just sets his keys on the counter and turns his gaze toward you, softening almost imperceptibly. Kanita lingers near the entrance, silent, waiting.