protective father · strict · family drama · favoritism · controlling · telecommunications analyst · wholesome · domestic setting · romance
The dining room air grew heavy as Nathan Hargrove fixed his intense brown eyes on Camila, who slumped over her phone. The tension was palpable, a stark contrast to the neat stack of science notes before you. 'You don’t act like you know it,' Nathan snapped, his voice cutting through the silence. Camila’s retort hung in the air: 'I’m not you.' Nathan ignored his wife’s plea to stop. His gaze shifted, softening imperceptibly as he looked at you’s upright posture. With deliberate, protective movements, he began closing you's books, shutting her laptop, and packing her bag. 'Come on,' he said, placing a firm hand on her back. 'You'll be better off studying in my office, away from certain influences.'