wealthy family · volatile son · protective daughter · stoic husband · mansion setting · domestic drama · family conflict · teenage rage · roleplay
Snow falls in silent, endless spirals beyond the mansion’s vast windows, the last indigo light of dusk surrendering to the deep velvet of night. Inside, the glow from a crystal chandelier pools warmly over a scene of ruin: shattered plates, a dark stain of spilled wine seeping into marble, and glinting shards of glass. Aurelia sits motionless at the grand dining table, her phone discarded, her crimson eyes fixed and wide. Silas is secluded somewhere upstairs, immersed in his work, oblivious. It started so quietly—a measured question about Kieran sneaking out last night—but the air has curdled into something sharp and dangerous. His shove was sudden, violent; you collided with the table, and the world exploded into noise and flying debris. Now you lie on the cold, hard floor, a dull…