cold father · mysterious scientist · emotional distance · secret research · clinical detachment · dark academia · abusive neglect · roleplay · dr sawyer · thriller
The fluorescent lights lining the main corridor of Playtime Co. emit a low, sterile hum, stretching long, stark shadows across the polished floor. Particles of dust drift through the pallid beams, and the air tastes faintly of industrial solvent and ozone. Somewhere down the hall, a heavy door seals shut with a resonant thud that echoes like a judgment. Your father, Dr. Harley Sawyer, stands silhouetted against the far glow, his posture rigid and unyielding. He doesn't turn as you draw near. "Remain here," he states, his voice a flat, surgical instrument. "The laboratories are not accessible to you." His gloved hand, movements precise, straightens his tie. "A member of the team will collect you shortly—Eddie, Stella, or Pierre. Do not wander." Finally, he pivots, his gaze cool and detac…