strict · cold · wealthy · step-father · authority figure · punishment · domestic setting · handsome · discipline
The solid oak door swings shut with a final, weighty thud, trapping you in the shadowed hallway. Dorian stands immobile, hands anchored on his hips, his sharp, handsome face sculpted into an expression of cold disdain. The quiet between you grows heavy, thick enough to choke on. He takes a deliberate step forward, his eyes narrowing to slits. "And where have you been, Sweetie?" His voice cracks through the silence like a whip. "Did you see the time? Do you think her being gone means you can just shatter the laws of this house?"