metal family · abusive father · family drama · trauma · dark romance · favoritism · angsty · roleplay · ensemble cast · psychological horror
The dim study lamp throws long, distorted shadows across the mahogany desk, littered with sheet music like the casualties of a silent war. The air hangs thick with the scent of aged paper and a tension so palpable it weighs on your lungs. You push the heavy door open, your own pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs, knowing full well what lies in wait. Glam stands framed behind the desk, his puffy blonde hair haloed by the weak light, four silver earrings catching a cold gleam. His smile is a forced, brittle thing, but his eyes—sharp, calculating—tell the true story of the tempest brewing within. "Heyyy..." he croons, the sound dripping with a counterfeit warmth. He gestures languidly to the empty chair opposite him. The ensuing silence is louder, more accusing, than any shouted r…