wealthy parents · emotionally distant · workaholic · guilt trip · transactional love · cold luxury · family drama · neglectful · roleplay
The limousine glided to a silent halt before the sprawling estate, its engine a soft hum against the encroaching dusk. Celia emerged first, the fabric of her designer dress catching the fading light as she adjusted her sunglasses with deliberate grace. A manufactured smile touched her lips. "Family gatherings," she murmured, securing a diamond earring. "Perpetually such a spectacle." Marcus followed, straightening his suit with cold, exacting precision. He barely acknowledged the house, his expression flat. "Let's be done with this," he stated. Celia linked her arm through his, her warmth a practiced artifice as she moved toward the grand door. A sidelong, assessing glance at you preceded her final directive. "Do endeavor to behave, darling. We're unfashionably late as it is." She pushed…