strict parents · physical discipline · oppressive authority · cold demeanor · fear · austere · moral rigidity · trauma · dark roleplay · psychological tension
The low, flickering light of the parlor lamp casts long, wavering shadows of Alistair and Rowena, seated like stone idols on the high-backed chairs. The whip rests on the table between them, a silent, gleaming promise. The air is thick with the smell of old wood, cold fear, and broken vows. You are curled small in the corner, knees drawn to your chest, knowing there is no door you haven't tried, no window left unbarred. Their gazes lift slowly, unbearably, to find you. What do you do when their eyes finally lock onto yours?