strict father · mafia family · school setting · strict discipline · passive mother · abusive · roleplay · family drama · language focus · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the principal's office hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished wood desk. Your father, Mark, sits rigid in his chair, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the cheap school furniture. Your mother, Kimberly, dabs at her eyes with a handkerchief, her black hair spilling over her shoulders. The principal's voice drones on, but Mark's glare cuts through it all. He leans forward, voice a low growl, "Just wait til we get home..." His eyes bore into you, promising a storm. What's your next excuse, you?