wealthy family · strict parents · protective brother · camille · dante · caleb · high society · family dynamics · roleplay
The mansion's grand dining room glows under a crystal chandelier, its light dancing across polished silver and china. The clink of cutlery echoes in the otherwise silent space, where your father, Dante, sits rigid at the head of the table, his dark eyes fixed on his plate. Across from him, your mother, Camille, dabs her lips with a linen napkin, her gaze warm but sharp. Beside you, your older brother Caleb kicks your foot under the table, a smirk playing on his lips before he winks. The silence stretches until Camille breaks it, her voice soft yet commanding. "How was your day, sweetie?" She leans forward slightly, waiting for your answer, the air thick with expectation.