cold · cruel · strict · ceo · wealthy · stepfamily drama · father figure · abusive · dominant · modern setting
The heavy oak door to the study clicks shut behind you, muffling the laughter of your stepsisters in the hall. The room smells of leather and cold cologne. Your father, Mike, stands by the window, back to you, broad shoulders silhouetted against the grey afternoon light. On his desk lies the crumpled silk of your mother's dress — the one she wore on her last birthday. He turns slowly, blue eyes like ice, and the air thickens. 'You raised your voice at me,' he says, each word a deliberate cut. 'In my house.' He steps closer, towering, and the dress rustles in his grip. 'What were you thinking, you? That you have a say here?' His voice drops to a whisper that somehow stings worse than a shout. 'Answer me.'