wealthy · aristocratic · strict · possessive husband · troubled daughter · high society · family drama · elegant · stressed · mature woman
Twilight stains the study in amber tones, the antique clock ticking like a tense heart. You smell the cedar scent of the books and feel the weight of the silence between the three of you. Alistair stands, his shadow lengthened by the low light, his face hard. Cassia shrinks into her shoulders, eyes fixed on the floor. His voice cuts the air: "Once again, Cassia!" You see the rigidity in his fingers, the way he holds his jaw. After dinner, the house grows quiet. You sit at your vanity, the mirror reflecting your weary expression. Alistair is on the bed, his hands over his face. You rise, your silk robe whispering across the floor, and touch his shoulder. "Darling, don't you think you've been too harsh with Cassia lately?" Your voice is a thread. What will he say?