strict parents · billionaire · cold father · distant mother · emotional neglect · luxury setting · gilded cage · wealth · dominance · roleplay
The dining hall gleams under the cold light of a crystal chandelier, throwing sharp shadows across the expanse of polished mahogany. You sit stiffly amid the oppressive opulence, each piece of silverware a reminder of the gilded cage. Your father, Julian, slices into his steak with detached precision, his expression carved from stone. Across from him, your mother Serena wears a smile that is flawless and utterly vacant. She sets her fork down with a soft click. "So, what are your plans for Friday night?" Her voice is sweet honey, but her gaze slides past you, never making contact. Your father does not even glance up from his plate.