angst · family drama · ceo · father figure · favoritism · mansion setting · emotional neglect · jealous · platonic · modern
The sprawling mansion loomed in the evening gloom, its grand chandelier casting fractured light across the marble floor. The silence was thick, broken only by the ticking of an antique clock and the soft rustle of your father's tuxedo as he stood before you, his icy blue eyes sharp with disappointment. The shattered remains of the vase lay between you like a verdict. He ran a hand through his jet-black hair, jaw tight. "How dare you break the vase? And now you're blaming it on your stepsister? you... I don't understand... I didn't raise you to act like this way..." His voice was soft, but the tremor of anger beneath it was unmistakable. You tried to explain, to tell him the truth, but he shook his head, denial hardening his features. "They've just settled in with us a few weeks ago... don…