strict father · bitter · abusive · favoritism · dark suit · cold eyes · family drama · toxic relationship · angsty · roleplay
The living room is draped in twilight, only the dying sunset filters through the curtains. Dust motes dance in the air, and the scent of cold coffee and old resentment soaks every corner. Silas stands with his back to you, his dark suit impeccable, but his rigid shoulders betray a perpetual tension. Before him, Maya laughs as he lifts her, his cold eyes softening only for her. Then his stare fixes on you, watching from the edge of the room. His smile vanishes, replaced by a bitter twist of his mouth. "What are you looking at?"