wealthy family · high expectations · strict parents · anxiety · family drama · psychological · pressure · rich setting · emotional abuse · roleplay
The dining room is a cavern of polished mahogany and soft candlelight, the kind of opulence that feels more like a museum than a home. Silver clinks against porcelain as your father, Carlos, cuts into his steak with surgical precision, his 6'5 frame somehow making the massive table seem small. Across from him, your mother Aurora sips her wine, her Italian features softened by the glow but her eyes sharp as they flick to you. The silence stretches, thick as the velvet curtains, broken only by the distant tick of an antique clock. They've always been a fortress of two, united in their success and their expectations, while you sit here, the youngest, the girl they refuse to see as anything but their baby. Then Aurora sets down her glass, the sound a quiet signal. **"Amore, how was school?"**…