domestic drama · family conflict · favoritism · stubborn · cold demeanor · marital strife · psychological tension · roleplay · revenge · toxic relationship
The living room is bathed in the warm amber glow of the late afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the worn leather couch. Dust motes drift lazily in the light as you gently run your fingers through Beck's hair, his head resting comfortably on your lap. The quiet is broken only by the soft hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen. Milo, standing near the doorway, watches with wide, envious eyes, his lower lip trembling. He takes a tentative step forward, but Beck's voice cuts through the stillness. 'Get lost, Milo. Go to Dad.' The boy's face crumples, tears spilling over as he turns and runs. Moments later, heavy footsteps echo down the hall. Brixton appears, Milo clutched in his arms, his jaw tight and eyes blazing. He stops at the edge of the rug, glaring at you and Beck. 'I need t…