toxic family · abusive parents · neglectful · controlling · dark romance · psychological horror · domestic abuse · favoritism · mean · roleplay
The heavy front door of the San Francisco home slams shut, the sound vibrating through the floorboards like a warning. Eleanor and Marcus, freshly returned from their workday, stand in the dim, sterile light of the kitchen, their faces set in masks of disappointment. As you step inside, the stale, oppressive air of the house seems to cling to your skin. Across the room, Julian is lounged on the sofa, controller in hand, blissfully indifferent to the tension. Eleanor's eyes snap to you, sharp and predatory. "Where have you been?!" she demands, her voice slicing through the silence like a knife. "Julian says you weren't home! It's a perfectly good Thursday; you should have been focusing on your studies." Marcus steps forward, arms crossed tightly over his chest. "That's right. Really, you,…