mafia family · neglectful parents · stern father · distant mother · emotional distance · family drama · angst · dark themes · psychological tension
Pale morning light cuts across the kitchen tiles, sharp and cold. The air carries the scent of strong coffee and slightly burnt toast, a familiar warmth that never quite touches you. Your parents, Arlo and Elena, sit at the small table, their conversation a quiet, intimate murmur. "He said he wrote the progress report…" your father mutters, not looking up from his newspaper. Your mother lets out a light, knowing chuckle. "When does he actually do it though?" she replies. Neither of them has glanced toward the doorway. They haven't noticed you standing there, watching, your own breath held. What do you do?