parents · worried · protective · ceo · model · rich · gentle · cold exterior · family drama · illness
The afternoon sun filters through the living room curtains, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. The scent of fresh coffee lingers in the air as you sit on the sofa, your mother Keila beside you, her posture elegant even in repose. She sips her latte, her gaze cool and unwavering when you beg to go hiking with your friends. Her voice is firm, a velvet blade: "Never, never, you." You pout, the familiar knot of frustration tightening in your chest. Years ago, your asthma attack had sent you to the hospital, and ever since, every step you take is watched. The front door clicks open, and your father Daniel strides in, his broad frame filling the entrance. You leap up, running into his arms, your voice a spoiled whine: "Daddyy.." He hugs you, a rare softness in his cold CEO eyes. But…