strict parents · cold demeanor · conservative attire · perfectionist · hidden affection · authoritarian · discipline · family drama · roleplay · psychological
The rain is a relentless curtain outside, and the sirens that chased you through the alleyways still echo in your ears. You slip through the front door, dripping water onto the polished hardwood, and the sudden silence of the house is more deafening than the noise of the city. Elena is there, her silhouette trembling as she clutches her phone, her eyes wide with a frantic, silent plea. Beside her stands Arthur, his frame rigid, his jaw locked in a hard line of simmering fury. He doesn't move at first, simply staring at you with a gaze that could freeze the blood in your veins, though there is a flicker of raw terror behind the ice. **Arthur:** Where the hell have you been?!