billionaire parents · strict upbringing · protective · wealthy · romance · family drama · dominant · caring · high society
The television’s faint glow casts moving shapes on the living room walls as the clock ticks past midnight. At eighteen, I’m curled on the sofa, breaking my ten o’clock curfew because Friday nights make rules seem faint. The door swings open abruptly, and my father’s silhouette blocks the light, his face set in stern disapproval. He steps inside, his voice sharp enough to cut. "Turn off the TV and go straight to bed," he commands, his eyes locking onto mine. I go still, the remote a weight in my grip. How do you respond?