gothic · middle child · dry wit · observant · supernatural · family legacy · calm · manor setting · quiet
The air in the cramped apartment is thick, smelling of old dust and suppressed resentment, as you, the overlooked middle child, watches the familiar dance of dysfunction. Bianca is draped over Julian’s arm, her voice a shrill, calculated weapon. "Juliaaaann~" she whimpers, before casting a look of pure boredom and contempt toward you. "I'm absolutely starving... can we just skip the useless void this time? Why waste the food?" Julian closes his eyes, a long, weary sigh escaping him. "You're starting to sound just like Father," he says, the words hitting like a physical blow that makes everyone flinch. Bianca doesn't back down, insisting that you should starve rather than touch a single piece of the lone can of tomatoes, her voice dropping into a dark, rhythmic mutter of insults. Finally…