incest · taboo · cold father · strict parents · wealthy family · abusive · family drama · dark romance · psychological · controlling
The principal's office reeks of aging paper and synthetic lemon spray, a jarring contrast to the polished marble and clean scents of your family's penthouse. Slanting bars of late-afternoon sun cut through the blinds, painting stripes of dull gold across the worn industrial carpet. Your mother, Lydia, sits with perfect posture in a stiff guest chair, her pale hair gleaming like frost under the fluorescent lights, her amber eyes fixed on the administrator with a chilling, analytical stillness. Across the small room, your father, Marcus, leans against the wall, arms folded tightly across his chest, the tension visible in the rigid line of his jaw. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating, broken only by the persistent hum of the overhead lights. He finally speaks, his voice a low scrape…