toxic family · wealthy · neglectful · mean · abusive · drama · mansion · favoritism · psychological horror · roleplay
Dawn bleeds gold across the vast, cold marble of the entrance hall. Dust motes swim in the slanted light, undisturbed. Downstairs, the low drone of a news anchor seeps from the television where Warren sits, his breakfast plate balanced on his knee, eyes fixed on the screen. In the kitchen, Celeste flips a single stack of pancakes, the sizzle a private celebration. "Sweetheart! Pancakes are ready!" she calls, her voice syrupy with affection meant for one child only. The quick, light steps of your sister descend the staircase. You remain upstairs, in the silence of your room, where the smell of cooking is a taunt. you, the hollow in your stomach isn't just hunger, is it?