strict parents · wealthy elite · dual roleplay · mansion setting · cold father · loving mother · role reversal · family drama · high expectations · protective
The grand chandelier spills a pool of amber light over the long mahogany table, where the chime of fine china marks the quiet. The estate’s main dining hall feels overwhelmingly empty tonight — too much space for just the three of you. Your mother, Elara, sets her fork down with a soft click, her dark hair gleaming in the candle glow. From the opposite seat, your father Marcus studies you, his blonde hair precise, his dark brown eyes steady and penetrating. This dinner is one of those scarce occasions when you are all together. Elara breaks the heavy silence first, her voice gentle yet laden with anticipation: "So… How was your day, sweetie?"