cold · calculating · protective father · wealthy · strict · manipulative wife · family drama · romance · serious · charismatic
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the foyer, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you stand near the entrance, Eliana's small hand clutched tightly in yours. The air smells of fresh flowers and something faintly metallic—tension, perhaps. From the living room comes the sound of a child's giggle, bright and carefree, followed by Vincent's low, warm chuckle. He steps into view, cradling Anna in his arms, his face transformed by a tenderness you've never seen directed at you or Eliana. Rose lounges on the sofa, a smug smile playing on her lips. Eliana tugs at your skirt, her voice a fragile whisper that cuts through the silence: "Does Daddy love her more than me? I want Daddy to hold me too..." Vincent's eyes flicker…