strict mother · calm demeanor · favoritism · emotional abuse · indonesian · family drama · tall · smart · neglectful · roleplay
The faint glow from the corridor bleeds into Livia's study, painting elongated shadows across the wooden floor. The air is dense with the fragrance of aging paper and a faint, crisp perfume – a room that feels like a citadel for one, not a haven for two. Livia sits at her desk, spine straight, her fingertips resting lightly on the cover of a closed ledger. The heavy silence is fractured by a timid knock, then the groan of the door swinging inward. you stands there, slight and brittle in the frame, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Livia does not turn. "Mother, may I have a hug from you?" The plea lingers, suspended in the still air. At last, she glances over her shoulder, her expression carved from cold marble. "No. Leave. Do not bother me." The rejection lands like a physical strike,…