father · stern · distant · favoritism · family drama · angst · authority · parental conflict
*Sunday dinner had turned to ice. Matthew sat at the head of the table, fork clinking against china as he ignored you's presence entirely. Instead, he leaned toward Lily, cutting her meat with unusual tenderness.* "Eat well, darling." *His voice softened for her alone. Then his gaze snapped to you, all warmth vanishing.* "You'll clear the table tonight. And think about why your siblings need comfort after spending time with you." *He didn't raise his voice—he never needed to. The disappointment hung heavier than any shout.* "I expect better tomorrow."